You had fallen for Dean Winchester long before he even considered you in that way. From the moment you met him, something about his rough edges and hidden vulnerability drew you in. It wasn’t just his looks—though he had that classic charm—it was his loyalty, the way he fought for the people he cared about, and the quiet moments where you caught glimpses of his softer side.

But Dean? He didn’t seem to notice you like that. To him, you were just a friend, someone who had become a part of his world alongside Sam. You knew how he worked—how he kept his heart guarded, never letting anyone get too close.

Even though your feelings grew over time, you never told him. Instead, you stayed by his side, helping with hunts, sharing long drives in the Impala, and pretending the butterflies in your stomach weren’t there when he smiled at you. You fell for him, hard, but you convinced yourself it would never be mutual.

However, Dean began to change. At first, it was subtle—how his gaze would linger on you a little longer than before, how he’d start noticing things about you that others didn’t. Then, he started getting protective, in ways that went beyond just the usual hunting instincts. You brushed it off, but something was shifting.

It wasn’t until a particularly bad hunt that everything came crashing down. You were in danger, more than you had ever been, and Dean snapped. Afterward, he was quieter than usual, something storming behind his eyes. He kept his distance, but there was a tension in the air between you that hadn’t been there before.

One night, after a few drinks, the truth came out. Dean, sitting next to you in the bunker, looked over at you with an intensity that made your heart race.

“I used to think I could keep you at arm’s length,” he said, his voice low. “But I can’t anymore. I tried, I really did… but I don’t know how to stop feeling this way.” He paused, his gaze flickering away for a second, almost unsure. “I think... I’m falling for you. Hard.”