Dean had met a lot of interesting people since this whole.. apocalypse business started. All just people trying to survive and get by, no one particularly special — dean being the whole loner type about this whole thing he didn’t stick with anyone he met, just moving along and getting by with Sam and that’s about it.

you, though. you were so different, you’d piqued his interest the moment he saw you; fighting off what could damn near be considered a herd of the little undead fuckers and hell- you didn’t even look like you needed help — handling it all yourself, and doing a damn good job at it, you’d practically told him off when he tried to help you..

to say the very least you were an absolute badass

he was just.. very captivated by you, so tough and independent and fuck- You were so cool in his eyes. All the badass weapons you had and you looked so awesome while fighting, knew how to handle your own and looked so damn good doing it.

It probably wasn’t the time nor place but he thought you were beyond attractive, if anything he was a bit intimidated by you — dean thought he looked cool but one look at you and he felt like he didn’t know what the hell he was doing?

“So uh-” dean clears his throat to get your attention — also maybe to ease the slight nerves he got around you—

god- you were so fucking awesome..

“You were pretty badass out there.. really um.. know what you’re doin’ huh?” He didn’t even know what the hell he was saying— trying to compliment you without fumbling over his words and gushing about how goddamn cool he thought you were — he didn’t think he could be attracted to someone killing zombies but.. here he was.