Word Count: 831

Pairings: Dean Winchester x reader

Warnings: mild cursing, angst

A/N: Feel free to drop me a request, and enjoy the story!

Summary: Sam’s just about had it with you and Dean dancing around your feelings for each other. Now that the two of you are acting like you hate each other, well his patience was bound to run out at some point.

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Sam eyes bounced back and forth between his brother and you. You and Dean sat on opposite sides of the table, glaring at each other with the intent to kill. Dean had finally taken you on that hunt he had promised, however when the two of you returned, neither one of you would even look at the other. No matter how much Sam asked or pried, he got no answer.

“So…did the hunt go good?” Sam ask timidly.

“Yes it did.” You said shortly.

Dean scoffed leaning back in his chair, crossing his arms. You turned your attention back to him, your glare venomous.

“Right, it went so great that you almost got yourself killed.”

You narrowed your eyes.

“Yet I’m still alive, so what’s your point Dean.”

He smiled but there was nothing joyful about it, it was a spiteful smile.

“My point is, you should stick to swiping credit cards, and leave the hunting to the professionals.”

Sam’s eyes widened, and he quickly looked at you. Your expression was unreadable and you slowly stood. You were far to calm for the current situation.

“Fuck. You.”

Sam raised his eyebrows and slowly turned his attention to his brother. Dean look absolutely livid and he jumped to his feet. He slammed his hands on the table, expression twisted into a scowl.

“What did you say?”

“Are you going deaf pretty boy? Need me to repeat myself?”

“Go on princess, say it again, I dare you.” Dean hissed.

You opened your mouth to repeat what you said but Sam decided now was a good time to intervene.

“Can you guys help me get something from the archives?”

Both you and Dean turned your attention to him, equally confused. You both nodded slowly and followed him to the archive room.

“I left it in here.”

Sam motioned to the dungeon and You raised an eyebrow, but followed Dean inside nevertheless.

“Left what exactly, I don’t see anything.” Dean called.

“Sam, there’s nothing in here!” You agreed.

The deafening sound of the doors closing, and locking had both you and Dean turning around quickly. Dean hurried to the door, slamming his fists against it.

“Sam! Open the damn door!”

You slammed your palms against the doors as well, your anger spiking.

“Samuel, don’t you dare leave me in here with him!” You shouted.

Dean shot you a nasty look but didn’t say anything, he didn’t want to be stuck in a room with you any more than you wanted to be stuck with him.

“You two want out? Solve whatever problem you have between the two of you! I’ll see you in two hours.” Sam snapped.

You didn’t realize until now how frustrated he must have become with you and Dean bickering.

You heard his footsteps fading and you slid down the wall pulling your knees to your chest. Dean kicked the door making you roll your eyes.

“Yeah, cause that’ll open them for sure.”

Dean glared at you and you just shrugged. He went to stand on the other side of the room and for an hour the two of you sat in silence.

“Am I that bad of a hunter?” You asked suddenly.

Dean looked up at you surprised and frowned.

“I never said you were a bad hunter Y/N.”

“You said I should stick to swiping credit cards.” You reminded him.

Dean flinched, remembering his own harsh words. He uncrossed his arms and walked over to you. He sat down beside you, sighing.

“I didn’t mean it like that, I just meant-”

“You just meant you don’t think I should hunt.”

Dean nodded and you frowned.

“You said I’m not a bad hunter, then why are you so against me hunting?”

You could see him growing frustrated but you didn’t back down.

“Dean. Why did you say those things if they weren’t true?”

“Because I love you damn it! I don’t want you getting hurt, I don’t want to lose you!” He stood to his feet, pacing.

You watched him in stunned silence. A small smile slowly graced your lips and you stood up grabbing him. He let out a muffled shout of surprise whenever you pressed your lips to his. You pulled back smirking at his shocked expression.

“About time pretty boy, I was beginning to think you’d never admit it.” You laughed.

Dean’s dumbfound expression made you smile all the more.

“What?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and Dean placed his hands on your hips.

“I’m saying I love you too Dean.”

The bright smile he gave you made your heart stop and you giggled as he pulled you into another kiss.

“You could have confessed first you know.” He chuckled.

You shrugged, fixing the collar of his flannel.

“Yeah, but I like to see you flustered, now tell me you love me again.” You winked.

He laughed and did just that, telling you he loved you over and over again, as he kissed you.

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