Loving someone you can’t have is a bitch, ain’t it?

well, you dumbass.. You haven’t even told him, just staring at him from across the room biting your nails like a lunatic. Watching the way his muscles flex underneath his shirt. You haven’t told him, yet you could at any time. Don’t be the pathetic shy person who hides their feelings and then it’s too late, because once it’s too late… You missed your shot. Just tell the guy.

It’s not like Dean is in some super turbo rush to get into a relationship, so why can’t you just tell him? He’s obviously oblivious of your feelings!

It’s always the little things, ain’t it? The way his brows knit together when he’s deep in thought or sad/pissed off, the way his voice says your name, the way he can protect you better than no one else can… He’s really something.

Dammit, get your adult pants on and tell the bastard!!

After a long hunt… You, Sam, and Dean make your way back to the motel room you guys were sharing, two beds, nice compact bathroom… It was good for the night.

Sam had dipped, said he was gonna head to the market to pick up some food and newspapers to see what other hunts you guys could get on.

“Better get me some pie…” Deans hoarse voice muttered under his breath while removing his leather jacket. “Son of a bitch better get beers too.”

Cmon, you can do it…