Imagine being an angel and Dean teaching you what it means to be human.

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Cherry Pie by Warrant plays loudly as Dean tosses money at a scantily clad woman who is dancing on the stage. There's no one else here, just him and the lady.

You stand to the side, confused as to why a woman who looks like you is pole dancing in front of the eldest Winchester brother.

"Are you dreaming about me?" You question, alerting him to your presence.

He gasps and leaps to his feet, "What the hell! Y/n? What are you doing here?"

"I needed to talk to you, is this a bad time?" You tilt your head to the side, a trait that, unbeknownst to you, Dean finds adorable.

The music has stopped and the lookalike dancer has disappeared, leaving you and Dean in silence.

"Uh, yeah, kinda."

You frown, "Sorry, I am still unaccustomed to human concepts. I will contact you at a better time."

He reaches out a hand to stop you, "You might as well stay. What did you need to talk about?"

"I needed to tell you that the angels are still searching for you and Sam, and they are close to discovering your whereabouts. You should move to a new location sooner than later."

He nods, "Good to know. Thank you."

"Your welcome," you say before leaving his dream.

As you stand by the side of the road, you think about how Dean was dreaming of your vessel and about your lack of understanding about humans.

~

The war with Lucifer and Micheal has been over for quite some time, ending with them in the cage and the rest of the world mostly safe.

Since nothing much has been happening, you and the boys have just been living in the bunker looking for potential hunts. Your people skills are still very rusty, a fact that Dean and Sam have had to inform you of many times. Castiel has the benefit of having been a human for almost a year, which means he is way more accustomed to humanity than you are.

So, seeing as nothing is happening, you decide to ask for help with your people skills. Who better to ask than the first human you ever met, Dean.

Teleporting to the map table, you startle Dean, who lets out his favourite curse and spills some of the beer he was sipping.

"Y/n, what did I say about doing that?!"

You ponder this for a second, "That it was annoying?"

"And. . .?"

Frowning, you answer, "To stop?"

He smiles and takes a swig of his beverage, "That's the one."

You blink slowly and tilt your head, "Sorry?"

Uncertain if that was the right answer, you tilt your head a bit more. He smirks, "Yes, that's a good answer."

He validation makes you smile.

"So," he clears his throat, "what can I help you with?"

"I want to ask you for help."

"Help with what?"

"Being more human."

Stunned he looks at you and echoes, "More human?"

You nod, "Yes."

"I guess I can try," he laughs.

"Thank you, Dean. I really appreciate it."

"No problem," he goes back to reading his car magazine.

You continue to stand there until he looks up.

"Like, now?" He clarifies.

You nod.

He sighs and pushes the chair beside him so that it's not tucked beneath the table, "First lesson: relax. Don't be so uptight. You need to learn how to just lean back and enjoy life. Sit."

Doing as he says, you sit down and then lean back exaggeratedly, "Like this?"

He chuckles, "Yeah, but you don't have to take everything so literally."

You adjust your position, sitting comfortably and turn to him.

He nods in satisfaction and then hands you an ice-cold beer, "Here."

"Thanks," you accept the drink and then listen to what Dean says about normal human behaviour and customs.

~

It's been a few months since Dean has begun teaching you, and you've made great progress. But, now you're going to Sam for some advice.

You knock at his door, another thing Dean taught you about.

He opens it, surprised to find you there, "Hey, Y/n. Can I help you with something?"

"I was wondering if I could ask you something?"

Sam nods and motions for you to enter, which you do. You look to the bed, silently asking permission to sit.

"Oh, yeah, have a seat," he states, standing in front of you as you sit. "Ask away."

"I went to Cas to ask him, but he told me to ask you. I hope you don't mind."

"Of course not."

"I think something's wrong."

He frowns in concern, "What?"

"Whenever I'm near Dean my vessel gets this weird feeling in its stomach. Like something's crawling around. But then when he's not around it feels normal. Do you know what's wrong with me?" You explain, hand on your chest to show where the feeling is.

His serious countenance changes into one of levity as he chuckles, "Nothing is wrong, Y/n. It's completely normal."

"Then you know what it is?"

"Yeah, Y/n, it's kind of obvious."

"What do you mean?" You tilt your head to the side, trying to understand what he's saying.

He laughs again, "Y/n, you like Dean."

You blink slowly at him, not quite understanding, "Of course I like Dean, I like you and Cas too."

"No, think about it. You only get this feeling around Dean, right?"

You nod.

"So, you like him differently than the rest of us. . ." He continues, clearly expecting you to understand by now.

You stare at him.

"Y/n, you love Dean, don't you?"

"Love? I-I've never-"

"Never what?" Dean says, coming out of nowhere.

Sam shakes his head, "Nothing."

Dean narrows his eyes, "Are you sure?"

He nods but you shake your head.

"Y/n, what's wrong?" Dean asks in concern.

"I was saying how I've never been in love before," you explain, standing up and walking to Dean.

You slowly inch closer to Dean, "Until now."

Before he can respond, you press your lips against his, hesitant. Your fears are quenched as he kisses you back passionately.

"Woah, okay, bye," Sam excuses himself and makes a hasty exit even though it's his room.

Dean shuts the door with his foot, not bothering to break away from your embrace.