dean hasn’t been your fan from the beginning.

but, you’d proven to be a good ally and friend to sam, and sam trusted you, despite your witch status.

so, dean was stuck with doing nothing to take you out. only for his little brother.

but, that did not stop him from constantly reminding you that he didn’t trust you. even going as far as to threaten you so coldly one night, when sam had officially taken you in, into the bunker.

you’ve remembered every single cruel word that left his mouth.

“if it comes to killing you, i’ll be the one to do it.”

his words were so cruel, yes, but also so genuine. but, in the harshest way.

and even if the hate slowly faded and became something more positive, with respect, fondness, and maybe something more, it changes even more when the truth is revealed — that lucifer plans on using you against heaven and god because it’s been revealed that you’re not just a witch, but a powerful being too, as powerful as god himself.

things change for him. for you. for both of you.

he can’t explain his feelings, that’s true, but he knows now that he can’t do it — he can’t take you out like he promised to do if you became a problem — or let it ever happen, even if it’s for the better good.

even if it’s the right thing for humanity.

and it’s realized when he interrupts you from taking yourself out, after walking in on you in your room, cutting yourself off.

“what the hell?” he marches over to you, jaw clenching and eyes darkening as he practically rips the angel blade out of your hand and sets it on your dresser, away from you.

after your annoyed protests, and then, the silent moment of him glaring down at you, and you glaring back at him, he finally speaks, lifting up a finger to point it at you. “never try that again, princess.”