Dean and you had secretly liked each other for awhile now, but it all came out during a hunt.

You had just gotten into a fight with a werewolf, and it nearly cost you your life. You fell to the ground, just in time when Sam, Dean and Cas rushed in, killing the werewolf.

You were on the floor, Dean bent down next to you, checking you for wounds. “Are you hurt?” He asked, looking your face over.

It was in a split second, where your hands rushed to his face and you pulled him down to your lips.