dean had several difficulties making you fall for him.

you were just like him in a sense, just as a woman. you were both arrogant, stubborn, crude, and a little immature.

you had just got into the motel that you, sam and dean we’re staying at for a week or less. the bags were immediately thrown on the floor as you began stripping down to get into the shower, not caring that the two brothers were ogling you with raised eyebrows.

“sweet baby christ,” dean huffed out, rubbing his forehead.