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dean winchester is just being a good citizen by rushing to save you from your burning apartment. he might’ve realised it was your apartment, not in a creepy way, of course. he’d just seen you around, buying groceries, walking your dog, doing other normal person stuff, and was, undeniably and unequivocally infatuated.
he picked you up, carrying you bridal style, his strong arms taking your weight like nothing, and he marched out into the cold night air. i mean, what wouldn’t the brave hero do to protect? especially a pretty girl like you.
he takes you down the flights of stairs, the fire fast approaching, but he paid it no mind. the determination in his stride, and his strong grip around your body never faltered.
when the two of you finally make it down onto the street, he places you down to stand, still holding onto your shoulders even though you’re not longer shaking, and you finally get a good look at him. and by god, he’s gorgeous.
his 5 o’clock shadow is sprinkled across his sharp jaw, freckles dotted across his tan skin which contrasts perfectly with the deep blue of his scandalously unbuttoned fireman uniform. he’s done it on purpose. and he knows you know. his green eyes stare into your soul in a way that doesn’t feel fair. thankfully you can blame your speechlessness on the fire, and the goosebumps on the cold night air.