You were hopelessly in love with Dean Winchester, and he knew it too. Always teasing you for it. He knew it made your heart race, he knew it drove you crazy, and he enjoyed it more than he’d care to admit. One day, Dean backs you against a wall, his hands cupping your face “Do you think you’ll kill for me one day?” He asks you, his voice low and husky as you swallow hard “Yes, of course I will my darling.” You say quickly, you’re heart fluttering as you meet his gaze