"And why the fuck would you go to that shit-hole of a restaurant with that douche?!" Dean x Reader (if you want you don't have to add the swears I dunno)
“And why the fuck would you go to that shit-hole of a restaurant with that douche?” Dean demands.
The Impala’s engine roars to life as he slams his foot onto the gas pedal. You keep your eyes locked on the road, watching the asphalt fly away beneath you.
“I mean what the hell were you thinking, Y/n? You’re damn lucky I showed up when I did.”
You know he’s right, but it doesn’t lessen the sting of his words. What was supposed to be a simple date had turned out to be a nightmare when the guy you were with had too many drinks and got handsy. He hadn’t been interested in taking no for an answer, but Dean showed up just in time. Like always. It seems like the oldest Winchester is always rescuing you from one bad guy or another.
And yet Dean has no idea the only reason you were on that stupid date was because you were trying to forget about your feelings for him.
“Do you even think about it when you agree to go out with these assholes?” he continues. “They’re bad news, Y/n. Every fucking one of them. And one day I’m not going to get there in time to bail you out and then where are you going to be?”
“I know,” you whisper, turning your face away so he won’t see the tears starting to stream down your cheeks.
“And why can’t you - hey.” He glances over at you worriedly. “Hey, are you crying?”
“No,” you manage to protest around the lump in your throat, swiping at your cheeks angrily. But there’s no holding the tears back.
“Shit.” Dean hits the brakes, glancing in the rearview mirror as he guides the car to the side of the road. “Son of a - hey, it’s okay. Alright? It’s fine, I’m not mad anymore.” He slides across the seat and tries to pull you into a hug. “It’s fine, don’t cry.”
You shove against his chest, crying harder now. “I’m not crying because you were yelling at me!” Your voice echoes in the small space.
His brow furrows. “Then why-”
“Don’t you get it? I go on all these dates because I want to be going on dates with you. I’m in love with you, Dean!”
You feel your stomach drop into your shoes when you realize what you just said.
“Damn it.” Throwing off your seatbelt, you shove open the passenger side door and step out into the cool night air, setting off down the road.
“Y/n!” Dean follows you, slamming his door shut behind him. “Where the hell are you going? Get back in the car.”
“Just leave me alone, Dean!” You wrap your arms around yourself to stave off the chill.
“Y/n, just - would you just fucking wait?” His hand closes around your wrist and he pulls you to a stop, turning you to face him.
You can’t meet his gaze. “Dean, don’t-”
His kiss is sudden, almost rough in its intensity, lips warm and demanding against your own. Something between a gasp and a sigh escapes you and he slides one arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him.
“Why did you do that?” you whisper when you finally come up for air.
“Why didn’t you just tell me?” he replies, and then he kisses you again.