Worship was something Dean never knew, he didn’t worship Chuck / God. He didn’t worship anyone or anything, he just lived. Sure Dean had had a couple of one night stands but he never worshipped the bodies of the women he slept with. He always made it to his pace and done, never taking his time never trying to make it truly meaningful.

That was until you, Dean worshipped the ground you walked on. If you needed something he was there before you could even pick up the phone to call him, he just knew. Dean tried not to be obvious about his feelings but man oh man he was, you could do no wrong in his eyes you were the perfect woman.

Dean watched as you walked around the roadhouse just looking around while Sam talked to Ash about finding a case. Your hair blew just perfectly with the breeze of the fans, your lips ever so soft- pull it together man. Dean snapped himself out of his thoughts walking over, “need anything?”

Your eyes flickered up to his, “i’m alright.. can we get coffee on our way to wherever we find a case?” He smiled, “yeah you got it i’ll get you your coffee one cream three sugar cubes just how you like it.” He watched as your eyes lit up in realization that he remembered.

“You remembered?” he chuckled at your shock of him remembering such a little detail about you, “i always do.” A smile appeared on his face when he saw the look in your eyes.. Thats when he knew he was a goner.. hell you had him kissing the ground you walked on.