Imagine going on a walk with Dean and ending up holding hands.

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The motel that you and the Winchester brothers have decided to crash at after this particular hunt is not the nicest. It's actually quite headache-inducing. 

Cockroaches seem to have made their homes in all of the nooks and crannies, and cobwebs line each corner of the room. 

You don't want to think about where the spiders could be hiding.

With a low groan, you collapse onto the closest rickety bed as soon as you enter.

"Who knew a seemingly simple salt 'n burn could prove to be so difficult?" You whine, hardly noticing Dean and Sam lugging their bags into the room. 

They toss the bags to the floor and Dean collapses next to you with an equally exhausted groan. Sam falls onto the other bed, just as tired.

After a bit of sweet silence, you mumble, "I'm just gonna sleep in my clothes tonight..."

"Uh-huh," Dean murmurs beside you, and Sam seems to have already passed out. 

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The morning light wafts through the blinds and the faint sound of chirping birds informs you that it is time to wake up. But, the thing is that you don't want to wake up.

You want to stay in bed forever and ever. Something's stopping you though.

And that 'something' is hunger.

You're so hungry that you can hear your stomach practically yelling at you. Eyes wide open, you try to ignore it, but it keeps gnawing at you. 

When did I last eat? Must have been breakfast yesterday. 

"Dean," you whisper, prodding him gently.

He fidgets with a low grumble.

Sighing, you prod him again, a bit more harsh this time. 

"Dean, I'm starving," you whine.

He waves his arm around and turns away from you while complaining incoherently. 

Taking the hint, you stand up and try to find some food. Rummaging through the bags proves useless, and so does the mini fridge. 

You go into the bathroom and get changed before heading back to the bed and trying to rouse Dean. 

"Get uuupppp," you say, poking him in the ribs. 

He shakes his head, "Nooooo, let me sleeeeeep."

You stare at him in defeat for a few seconds, before a sly grin appears on your face. 

"Dean," you whisper in a sing-song voice, hopping on the bed next to him.

He grumbles as you keep going, "Deannnnn."

"What?" He finally snaps.

You lean in close, and your lips brush his ear as you whisper, "I'll buy you piiiiiieee." 

His head snaps up, and you can see that the magic word worked. He hops up and goes to the bathroom to get changed.

You wait for him, all the while listening to Sam snore and your tummy rumble. 

Dean opens the door, snatches his wallet, and follows you outside. You naturally make your way to the Impala, but Dean walks the other way.

"Dean, where you going?" 

He turns back and smirks at you, "I thought we'd take a walk. You know, help the environment or something."

"Since when do you care about the 'environment'," you squint your eyes.

"Since right now?"

"I don't believe it for a second," you laugh, catching up to him. "But a walk does sound nice. Just don't walk too fast, okay?"

" Of course," he nods as you walk beside him.

The small town is nice, and the birds are chirping happily. It's the perfect idyllic scene for a sappy romance movie. 

After a few minutes of walking and chatting, you find yourself distracted by a pretty rosebush in full bloom. You walk by the roses, eyes still fixed on the flowers, when you feel a hand brush against yours. 

You smile as Dean sneakily grasps your hand in his. His hand feels warm and comforting entwined with yours. 

Hand in hand, you walk into the nearest diner. And, after a big breakfast and a hearty slice of pie, you walk back to the motel, hands laced together and smiles on your faces. 

"Thanks for the pie, Y/n."

"No problem. Thank you for the walk, it was really nice."

"Yeah, we should do it more often."

"I'd like that."