Imagine Dean trying to find excuses to spend more time with you because he is scared to confess that he has feelings for you.
“Egg-white omelette?” Sam raised an eyebrow as Dean walked in with two plated.
“Breakfast of Champions, you know, if you’re a dork like you.” Dean said with a half smile as he handed him one plate and took one for himself.
“(Y/n) likes it too though?” Sam smirked, knowing just the right way to get to his brother about practically everything. Mention you.
“Yeah, once in a while. Not every freaking morning like you.” Dean shrugged “It’s when that time of the month comes, chicks usually go crazy.”
“I love how you find every possible excuse for her for stuff like this. It’s like-” he laughed softly, smiling knowingly when Dean shot him a glare.
“Don’t you fucking dare.” he growled.
“Fine but hey- you woke up early too, what’s up with that?” he frowned “I mean last time you did this was when you were trying to control the urges the Mark of Cain was giving you. But now it’s not there.”
“Yeah well man, I’m just tryin’ to, you know, live a better life. Get the toxins outta my body, build up defences you know-all those healthy crap. I’m getting too old as it is and I really need to catch up with that before it does with me.” he tried to say casually as he played around with his eggs.
“Right, so that’s what it is all about.” he smiled knowingly as Dean raised an eyebrow “It’s about that guy that hit on (Y/n) at the bar and called you a grandpa huh?” he snickered as Dean scoffed.
“Yeah, well this grandpa broke his nose with just one move. That is definitely something he ain’t gonna forget.” Dean said proudly “Besides, why does it have to be because of something in specific? I am once more on a 12-step program not to backslip.” he said with a smile.
“Come on, I can do it this time. I haven’t had a drink in two weeks, eight hours of sleep every freakin’ night, spend more time with (Y/n) and listened to some of her music to relax, talked about things watched movies and all, and now- this masterpiece.”
“That’s- you know that’s practically four steps right?”
“Shut up and eat!” he grumbled as Sam chuckled, taking a bite of his eggs with Dean following suit.
“Wow that’s-” he started, mouth full.
“Crap.” Dean said making a disgusted face and pushing the plate away “Ugh I hate this decision already. The moment I feel a little more healthy I’m back to the booze, burgers, and… even more of (Y/n).”
“Right, of course you are.” Sam snickered as Dean raised an eyebrow at him.
“Wanna elaborate?” he asked accusingly.
“Come on Dean, this is not just about the guy at the bar, is it? You are trying to find excuses to spend more time with (Y/n). Bet you even told her that spending time with her will manage to get your mind off of all the junk food a stuff huh?”
“Well I-” he cleared his throat “It’s true!”
“Oh I know it is, and so does (Y/n), but deep down you know that it all is about her. Sure she is trying to help you with 10 steps to a healthier life because she cares about you, and she probably enjoys it a lot too herself, but we know it’s all 10 steps in trying to get closer to your crush. You just want to be more around her, that’s all.”
“No.” Dean scoffed “Maybe” he mumbled, blinking “Shut up.” he growled, shaking his head “And it’s 12 steps, alright?” he huffed.
“What 12 steps?” you mumbled groggily as you walked in the room, before Sam could say anything.
“We’re talking about Dean’s middle life crisis.” Sam chuckled and you frowned adorably so – at least to Dean – as you rubbed your eyes with your fist sleepily.
“I thought-” you started “Nevermind.” you yawned “When did you get up from bed, I woke up and didn’t find you there.” you said softly, taking a sit next to Dean, and bringing your legs up to your chest to rest your head on your knees.
“Uh am I missing something?” Sam mumbled, raising an eyebrow.
Dean gave him a hard glare before turning to you with a softer look “Sorry sweetheart, part of it is waking up early.” he tucked a few strands out of your face, his hand lingering on your cheek a little more than he should but he just found you so damn irresistible at the moment. He loved the calmness and innocence that was even more present when you were sleepy like this.
“Oh m-kay.” you mumbled “Are you- are you gonna eat that?” you motioned to his eggs, eyes still just half open.
“Oh by all means-” he breathed out “It’s all yours!”
“Thank you.” you mumbled, taking the plate from him “And we were watching movies, Sammy.” you finally answered his question as he watched the two of you with an amused smile. Mostly his brother and how much of a love-truck teen he looked like.
“I’m gonna- I’ll take this in my room so I can sleep a little again, I’ll just- I’’ll probably wake up in a few hours. Dinner’s on me, boys don’t worry.” you mumbled, holding the plate close to your chest.
“Oh and-” you stopped just as you had turned around to leave. You turned once more to take a step closer to Dean and leaned down to do something he would have never really expected but you still half asleep so didn’t care personally to blush as much as he did.
“You’re not old at all, Dean.” you pecked his cheek and left before he could say anything. Not that he would.