°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･song: jackie and wilson-hozier

As a kid, Dean sort of skipped over the whole 'first love' thing.

Not that he was never attracted to anyone—I mean, he was still a teenage boy—but he was sort of preoccupied.

With his dad being a serial killer (that made a nine year-old Dean help), and then aiding the FBI in cases since he was twelve, time sort of...got away from him.

Dean is seventeen now, and he's never kissed anyone. Given that his only options are Lia and Sloane—whom he sees as little sisters—or Michael (ew), it's not looking good

Naturally (get it), this is where you come in.

There's been talk all day about the new Natural, since the latest addition had been Michael two years ago and they're a tight-knit group.

And now you're here.

And Dean thinks it's entirely possible that he's fallen in love with you in the two hours since you were dropped off. It scares the shit out of him, to be candid, so he's even more stoic than usual—and that's saying something, because his typical stoicism levels are already off the charts.

After successfully avoiding you all afternoon, Dean loses the game in his head when you ask him—very politely, he notes, internally applauding your table manners—to pass you the butter at dinner.

"Oh! Uh, yeah." Dean hands you the dish, trying to school his expression into nonchalance.

Instead, the look on his face seems more like you smell bad.