You and Dean had always been close, closer than most people understood. There was something between the two of you, something that lingered in every glance, every smile, and every touch that lasted just a second too long. But neither of you ever had the guts to actually say it out loud. Over time, you convinced yourself that maybe it was just better to keep things the way they were. Friends. Just friends.

But the weight of unspoken feelings had finally become too much. You couldn’t keep pretending that what you felt for Dean was just friendship. Not when your heart raced every time he looked at you, or when you felt the ache in your chest when he left for a hunt. So you decided: tonight, you were going to tell him. You’d gathered your courage, ready to let your feelings out once and for all.

Dean had asked to meet you at the bunker, his voice casual over the phone, but something in his tone felt different. He had "news" too, he said. Part of you was excited. Maybe… maybe he felt the same way. Maybe this was finally the moment where things would change.

As you walked into the library, you found him already waiting, sitting at the table with a grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He stood up when he saw you, hands stuffed awkwardly in his jacket pockets.

“Hey,” Dean greeted with that familiar warmth, but there was something else in his expression—nervousness, maybe? “I’ve got something to tell you.”

You smiled, your heart pounding in your chest. "Yeah, me too," you replied, your voice shaky with anticipation. You couldn’t believe you were actually going to do it—finally tell him how you felt after all these years.

Dean shifted on his feet, rubbing the back of his neck like he always did when he was unsure. "Alright," he said, exhaling deeply. "So… I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while now, but I didn’t know how. You know how things get crazy with the hunts and all. Anyway…" He smiled again, but this time it looked more genuine, happy. "I, uh… I’ve been seeing someone. I wanted you to meet her."