You know, the thing is...
…Dean doesn’t truly think he’s a “hopeless romantic” as he says it mocking- and self-deprecatingly (and him “scraping heart from the bar room floor” just shows how he thinks he does not deserve any true hearts but only those covered in dirt, cause he’s unclean with the mark or evil or whatever), but he totally completely is. And not just because Crowley called him “Romeo” and was right on about that, but because he’s proved it plenty of times. And maybe I’m having a very twisted way of thinking of romance, but seriously, the most romantic thing Dean imo may have ever said is this:
“And if leviathans want to take a shot at us? Let ‘em. We ganked those bitches once before, we can do it again […] Let me bottom line it for you. I’m not leaving here without you. Understand?”
Cause that’s romance right there. That’s Dean taking the pain and the fight and the danger and quite possibly death. Choosing all of it over and again rather than leaving this place alone, rather than leaving Cas behind.
I’m sorry, but… sometimes I remember this and get all kinds of emotional of just how much Dean loves and cares (and doesn’t think he deserves to be loved back) and how he doesn’t even realize how much he does half the time and how it’s one of his most beautiful assets. Just… Damn you, Dean Winchester. Damn you, for taking my heart in one swift motion and making me a tin man too. For you. <3 <3 <3