Beauty and the Beast Chapter Eight
Word Count: 8619
Pairings: (eventual) Dean x Reader
~A Month Later, (Y/N)’s P.O.V~
(Y/N) panted as her feet slapped against the muddy dirt road, creating a suctioning sound as she ran her ponytail swinging behind her with every stride she took. As she ran she couldn’t help but think about everything that had happened in the past month or so. Over the past month she had gotten used to life around the bunker to the point where she had found herself putting off the act of going home because a life where she wasn’t being bothered by Michael and Zachariah constantly had certainly become her new addiction that and something else. During the past month she had found that her and Dean had been getting closer to each other, or at least she thought they were anyways. She had beung to let her guard down just a little bit more, and she had even begun to let her guard down just a little bit more around herself and enjoying his presence even. And as much as she hated to admit it, let alone think about it, she was afraid that the more time she spent with Dean the more she see seemed to be falling for him, and the more she began to see Dean as more human rather than demon which was something she couldn’t afford to do just yet. But try as she might to get these feelings to go away the wouldn’t countless times she had found herself staring at Dean just a little longer than she should have, and sometimes she’d even find that she was subconsciously actively seeking out Dean’s company. She knew, even though she still refused to admit it even to herself, that she was slowly falling for Dean and she didn’t know what to do about it.