Dean Winchester was leaning against the Impala, arms crossed and eyes lost in the sky. The night was clear, illuminated by a full moon that seemed larger than usual. Y/n stood beside him, holding a beer bottle he had offered her a while ago. They had just wrapped up a tough case in a small-town, but the tension between them felt heavier than any supernatural confrontation.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Y/n asked softly, her voice low, almost as if she was afraid to break the comfortable silence.

Dean looked at her, a faint smile playing on his lips. "I should be asking you that. After what we faced today, anyone would’ve freaked out."

Y/n let out a short laugh, shaking her head. "You know me, Winchester. It’s going to take more than a ghost to scare me."

He tilted his head, clearly impressed. "Yeah, I know that. But it’s not just today’s case. Seems like there’s been something weighing on you for a while. You wanna talk about it?"

She averted her gaze, fiddling with the bottle label. "It’s nothing. Just... complicated. All of this—hunting monsters, constantly being in danger. Sometimes I wonder if I made the right choice."

Dean’s brow furrowed, his expression turning serious. "Or if you chose the right person?"

Y/n blinked, caught off guard by the blunt question. "What?"

Dean sighed, running a hand through his short hair. "Look, I know my life isn’t exactly easy. Or safe. And if you think you’re getting into something that’s not worth it, I get it. But you need to know… I don’t do this without thinking about you. Ever."

Y/n’s heart tightened at his words. She knew Dean wasn’t one to express feelings openly, so hearing this meant a lot.

"Dean..." she began, but he interrupted her.

"You don’t have to say anything now. I just wanted you to know. You matter to me, Y/n. More than anything in this world."

She stayed silent for a moment, letting his words sink in. Then, she stepped closer, standing right in front of him. "You matter to me too, Dean. I just needed to remember It ...And you just reminded me..."