Word Count: 1,221
Warnings: Swearing perhaps? Angst.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Summary: Dean just can’t seem to come to terms with his feelings for the reader, no matter how strong his attraction to her is.
A/N: I originally posted this on my other SPN blog I made a million years ago (@another-supernatural-blog) that I kind of forgot I had, lol (I know I know, I have way too many blogs that I’ve just kind of forgotten about at this point). So now I’m going to be reposting those stories I did over there for the next few days :)
“Dean? Dean, are you with me?”
Sam jabbed a finger into Dean’s shoulder in attempt to get his attention. Dean was driving the two of them home from a case they just wrapped up – nothing too exciting, just a simple salt and burn.
“What Sammy? I’m trying to drive here!” Dean’s gruff voice erupted. Sam, used to Dean’s outbursts, sunk down into his seat with a smirk on his face as he folded his arms across his chest.
Dean looked over at Sam, then back at the road quickly. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as to why Sam was smiling. “What’s so funny?”
Sam shook his head with a chuckle. “You were just thinking about Y/N, weren’t you?”
“What? No, I mean, we were only gone for a few days. I’m sure she was just fine without us”
“That’s not what I mean… you were thinking about her” Sam said with an emphasis on the “thinking.”