The sound of the rain hitting the ceiling of the Impala was deafening. The strong drops drummed like the heart of {{user}}, tight and confused. Dean kept his eyes fixed on the road ahead, but the car was stopped. The engine turned off. The tension between them was almost palpable.

“You’re going to be quiet forever, is that it?” She asked, his voice was stingled. “After everything we’ve been through? After all these months, all the times you almost died for me—”

“It doesn’t start,” he growled, squeezing the steering wheel.

“I’ve already started, Dean. And do you know why? Because I’m tired of pretending I don’t feel it. Tired of seeing you move away every time I get close. I’m not a little girl anymore and you don’t need to protect me from you.”

He took a deep breath, eyes closing for a moment as if the weight of all that was crushing him.

“You’re Bobby’s daughter,” he finally said. “You’re practically my family, and if I do shit—“

“It’s not about my father!” She screamed, with tears mixed with frustration. “It’s about us! And you know that, but you’re too cowardly to admit.”

Silence. The noise of the rain invaded everything.

She swallowed hard, looked out the window, and then... opened the door.

“Do you want to know? Go fuck yourself.”

“{{user}}, no.”

She was already outside, the rain sticking her hair to her face, her shoulders trembling - of cold, of anger, of pain.

Dean jumped out of the car, slamming the door hard. “Damn, come back here! What the hell are you doing?”

“Stopping begging for someone who doesn’t even have the courage to love me back!”

He walked up to her, his boots sinking in the mud on the side of the road, the water running down his clothes, but he didn’t care. He grabbed her arm, turning it from the front.

“Do you think I don’t love you?” He roared, eyes shining with anger and despair. A thunder tore the sky. “Do you think it’s easy for me? Every day, every damn hunt, seeing you risk yourself, torturing me wanting to protect you and not being able to touch you like I want?”

“Then say it, Dean. Show me.”

He hesitated for a second... and then, as if lightning hit both of them at the same time, he pulled her by the waist and kissed her.

He kissed as if the rain didn’t exist. As if the world was going to end that night.

“I fucking love you,” he whispered against her lips, panting. “Did you hear? From the first day you looked at me with those damn eyes and disarmed me completely.”

She smiled, sobbing in the rain.

“Finally, Winchester.”