submitted by @torn-and-frayed
Sam and Dean had just wrapped up a hunt and were on their way back to you. Dean couldn’t wait to get back to you, practically running to the car. Sam stopped and looked at him like he was crazy. How often did Dean run when a monster wasn’t chasing him? Never.
“Dude, what is going on with you?” Sam looked at his brother incredulously.
“I just - I’m happy, Sammy. For the first time in a long damn time, I’m actually happy. I’ve got a good job, I get to ride around the country with my brother, my best friend, and I’ve got an amazing girl waitin’ for me back home. Whaaaaat?!” He smiled as Sam scoffed.
“You really love her Dean.” Sam chuckled and shook his head.
“Yeah, I do.” Dean smiled, looking at his feet.
“Have you told her that yet?” Sam raised his eyebrows expectantly, knowingly.
“You know I haven’t… I can’t.” Shaking his head, Dean opened the door of the Impala and climbed inside.
Sam just shook his head and lowered himself into the passenger seat, both of them shutting the door simultaneously.
“Luuuucy, I’m hooome!” Dean called throughout the bunker.
“Dean!” You squealed and ran into his arms.
“Hey princess.” He smiled and bent to kiss you.
“Missed you.” You bit your lip and looked up at him.
“Missed you too. Hey, can we talk?” He wrapped his arms around your waist.
Furrowing your brow, you nodded and led him into another room, away from Sam.
“What’s going on, D?” You sat in one of the library chairs.
“Nothing, I just want to talk.” He rocked back and forth on his heels, his eyes not meeting yours.
“Dean.” You chided.
“I - I want to say something, but I can’t remember the last time I said it and actually meant it…” He trailed off.
“Just say it, Dean.” You stood and walked to him, hooking your thumbs into his belt loops and pulling him closer to you.
“I… You know I care about you so, so much.” He looked down at you.
“Yeah?” You looked at him suspiciously.
“I love you.” He blurted, surprising both you and himself.
“Dean…” You teared up, but hesitated, curious as to if he actually meant it.
“I really love you.” He answered your unspoken question.
“I love you too.” You confessed, having wanted to say it for a long time, but never knowing the right time to do so.
“Good.” He smiled and kissed you triumphantly.
Dean Winchester had fallen in love.
Took him long enough.