“Hello?” Dean growled, irritated. He was supposed to pick you up five, and it was six thirty. He had finally worked up the nerve to ask you on a proper date, and he was an hour and a half late. You were going to make him sweat this one out. He had made you wait first.
“Come on, sweetheart,” he said, turning slightly and throwing his hands up in the air in resignation. “There was a hunt. It took longer than Sam thought it would.” He emphasized Sam’s name as if the blame was solely laid on him.
He knocked rapidly at the door again. You watched him through the small peep hole. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and rubbed his neck nervously.
“Fuck,” he muttered as he turned away and rested against the door. “You really fucked this one up, Winchester,” he mumbled, running his hands through his hair. You were so caught up in how cute he looked being all twitter-pated, you almost missed what he said as he continued to talk to himself.
“The one woman you’ve ever loved, who has no fucking clue and now you’ve royally fucked it up,” he said, hitting his head against the door, hard, wincing slightly at the jolt.
“Dean?” You called out. He turned around quickly and looked at the door.
“Y/N,” he said, relieved. “I’m so…”
You opened the door and his words stopped dead in his mouth. You were crying.
“God, I’m so sorry,” he said, his hand reaching for your face hesitantly. He expected you to lean away, but instead you leaned into his touch. His fingers rested against your neck, his thumb running gliding across your cheek as you looked up at him.
“Did you mean that Dean?” You asked, not willing to believe that Dean Winchester really loved you.
“Mean what?” He asked, confused.
“You love me?”
He searched your eyes briefly before pulling your lips to his in a searing kiss. His mouth moved against yours reverently as his tongue begged entrance into your mouth. When you were spent, he pulled away and rested his forehead against yours. “I love you,” he whispered. “We’re so screwed,” he chuckled softly.
“Dean, you’ve always been my weak spot. The monsters already know that. The only difference is now I know I’m yours,” you smiled. His lips met yours once more, and you knew things would never be the same.