When we walked into the bunker, I had told Dean to take his helmet with him and just keep it in his room. I wanted to put a design on it, and I wanted it to be special.

"Sam!" Dean called out into the bunker, his voice echoing off the walls.

"Hello Dean." A man walked out of the library in a suit, covered by a trench coat. I found it odd that this man spoke with no emotion in his voice, but I thought I had heard something about a man in a trench coat before. I think it was Jay that told me about him, but I wasn't sure.

"Where's Sam?" Dean asked, his face softening when this man was around. I found it a little odd..but I didn't want to jump to any conclusions.

"He went out for supplies. Which I know is just alcohol and junk food."

Dean nodded. "Ah, that's why baby was gone."

They both stop talking in an awkward silence, I could cut the tension with a knife.

"Oh, right." Dean spoke up. "Y/n this is Castiel, he's an angel. You know, halo, wings, harp."

I started laughing, I gathered my composure and I stuck out my hand to shake his, he met me half way but he looked at me confusedly.

"Your heart appears to be beating very quickly, are you ok?"

I paused for a second and I felt Dean give me a curious sideways glance. I felt my heart beating through my chest. But I wasn't about to admit it.

"Uh, no. I'm fine." I insisted.

Shit, guess that didn't work

Castiel walked up to me, since he's an angel I'm assuming personal space didn't apply so I just let it be weird.

"I can hear it Y/n." He stated.

There's a reason for it, but he won't understand. I can't let this get in the way of my assignment.

"What is your assignment, and why wouldn't this man understand?"  Castiel asked. I blinked twice then I started to worry, he could read my thoughts too?

"Y/n? Are you alright?" Dean asked, taking a step toward me.

I turned to face him. I felt my face get hot. But I tried my hardest to ignore it.

"I..yeah. I'm fine."

Dean had a smirk on his face, then he looked at Castiel and nodded. He looked back at me and swiftly picked me up bridal style. I screamed dropped my helmet on the floor with a crash and wrapped my arms around his neck out of habit.

"I'm going to find out what's wrong wether you like it or not!" He yelled as he ran down the hall.

"Dean, put me down!" I yelled, taking one of my hands and started lighting hitting his chest. He laughed slightly and turned to his room.

He ran into his room and tripped on the edge of the bed. I closed my eyes tightly. "Shit shit shit.." He fell down on the bed. I freaked out.

The room went quiet and I slowly fluttered my eyes open.

Dean's POV (I know, I'm such a horrible person 😏)

I looked down at her, I couldn't believe how beautiful she was. Her E/c shone under the dim light in the room, her long H/c sprawled out beneath her, all across my bed.

She blinked, and I swear the world stopped moving. As cliché as it sounds, I haven't seen a girl like her in a long long time. I wanted to tell her how I felt in that moment, but if she's anything like me, I wouldn't want it. A life as a hunter is enough to want to separate yourself from stuff like this, Sam is only so lucky that he doesn't feel that way.

I looked down at her, her breathing slowed down, I thought I saw her glance at my lips, but maybe I was just seeing what I wanted to see.

I took a chance and leaned down to her, my lips hovering over hers, so many thoughts ran through my head in a span of 3 seconds.

What if she says it a mistake?

What if she doesn't want this?

What if she wants something different?

I don't want a one night stand with her.

What if that's what she wants?

I felt her breath on mine, and I didn't care about what happened next.

I wanted now to last forever