Imagine Sam and Dean finding your diary..
“Dude, no.” Sam started to smile as he stared at the book.
“Dude, yes.” Dean grinned.
“Dean..” Sam started, “Put it away. Y/N is gonna flip if she finds out that we found her diary.” Still, he continued to smile.
“Just one page, Sammy.”
“Oh, look. It says…” Dean looked up amazed. “How can she like you? Why not me?”
Just as you walked in. “What are you—Is that my diary!?”
“You keep a diary.” Dean laughed. “But quick questions, why do you not like me? Why is Sam ‘so sexy’? Why do you like him? I’m clearly the better looking one!”
“Oh my gosh.” You snatched the diary back, blushing hard. “I hate you so much.”
“You like me?” Sam inquired starting at you.
You bit your lip and took a deep breath. “I mean, Dean already blurted it out so.. I guess there’s no point in denying it..”
With that came the biggest smile anybody has seen on Sam.