Dean had absolutely zero idea how he managed you.. just not one singular idea at all. Yeah, he was definitely a bit unserious himself, he joked a lot, was sarcastic — all of that.. but he was a pretty rough around the edges kinda guy. you however were just everything but that, damn near completely opposite.

You were so.. optimistic and funny, always laughing and making stupid jokes, saying the first silly thing that came to mind.. dean swore any room you walked in, you just immediately lightened the vibe of the room, like you had some magical abilities or something to make everyone around you smile and feel good.. you sure as hell made him feel good.

With how you were he almost felt undeserving to just.. have you, he felt so selfish for just wanting you all to himself the way he did.. wanting to keep all that happy energy you put out to himself — he was so whipped for you it made his stomach hurt if he thought about it to much.

“..whats so funny?” Dean’s tone was airy and loving contrasting to the usual rough one he harbored. You sat beside dean in bed giggling to yourself about.. whatever — dean had no idea but you laughing so contently made his heart fucking squeeze..

“So, who do you have a crush on?” You ask..

“Jesus..” Dean sighs at the question you asked him, chuckling quietly to himself. You always just.. said things. Silly little questions and stupid remarks that just made him smile.. like right now clearly.