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You've been with the Winchester's for almost four years now. They found you when you were sixteen, beaten almost to death in a back alley. They had brought you back to their motel room, and when you had woken up, you were terrified of your new captures. You had tried to get away but to no avail as you were completely weak and had a broken arm. Sam had moved towards you to help you and Dean inched closer with his arms raised in front of him, trying to show you he was harmless.
They explained to you what happened, but all you could remember was the fact that you were ripped from your home, brought to a warehouse and tortured. You asked about your family but Sam looked at you with a pained expression and told you he was sorry.
At that point though, you couldn't cry. You were too exhausted and the pain you were in was starting to hit you like a freight train. You became aware of the blood that was trickling down your face and you mindlessly reached up to touch it. You pulled away to look at your sticky fingers but Sam had quickly covered your hand with his own. You saw Dean move in a calm manner with a makeshift first aid kit and they began to slowly work at your broken, battered body. Eventually they finished and you were able to shower, wiping away the night's events.
When you finished you were given a pair of several sizes too large sweatpants and a Led Zeppelin T-shirt to put on. Once you were settled, they told you about what they do and all the monsters that go bump in the night.
You sat there in the kitchen of the bunker picking at a salad as you thought about the night they found you. It was a horrible memory, but you were starting to be grateful, otherwise you wouldn't have met these two perfect beings.
You must've been staring directly at Sam because he called your name. "Y/N?" You heard it several times before you were pulled back into reality.
"Hey, oh, sorry Sam." You looked down and took another bite of your salad.
You felt his eyes boring into the top of your head and looked up with a sigh.
"Y/N are you alright?" You could hear the concern in his voice.
"I'm fine! Honestly. I was just thinking." You looked into his eyes and mustered up the best smile you could. "Alright if you say so."
In that moment Dean walked in, wearing the same shirt that was given to you that night all those years ago. When he saw what you two were eating, he let out a huff.
"Why can't you two eat something normal for once, like burgers or steak." He looked at you and flashed one of his gorgeous smiles that met his sparkling eyes. "Hey sweetheart." He addressed you directly and your heart still skipped a beat. You kicked yourself for letting yourself act like a stupid teenager with a crush, but what could you expect. You've been in love with Dean since just about the day you met him, but you've never told him or shown him in any way. You were pretty sure Sam knew, but you trusted him to keep it to himself, after all, he is your best friend.
Dean grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat down at the table next to Sam. "I've been looking up cases, figured we all need to get out of this stuffy atmosphere." He gestured to the bunker around us. When neither you nor Sam said anything, he took a swig of his beer and continued, "it's down in Louisiana." Your gaze shot up to meet Dean's to be greeted with his smile.
You looked over at Sam who was just as confused as you were. "Yeah I know, we usually don't go down that far, but I figured after we clean up the mess, we could enjoy ourselves for a bit." You looked at Sam who finally let out a sigh and rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, alright, fine." Dean's face lit up like a kid's face on Christmas. He stood up, slapping Sam on the back. "You won't regret it, promise Sammy. Now get off your asses and get your shit together. We're leaving in about an hour." You jumped up and darted down the hall to your room. You gathered a couple of pairs of jeans and some t-shirts, your typical attire. Figuring you were going to have a few days to go out after the hunt, you grabbed some nicer clothes: a skimpy black dress and an equally skimpy red dress with a pair of black heels.
After you finished packing, you were sitting doing your makeup and in the process of throwing your hair up into a messy bun. As you turned around though, you slammed into something hard and hit the ground, landing on your ass. "Ow what the hell?" You whispered, looking up to see Dean looking down on you. "Shit, I'm sorry Y/N. Are you alright?" He reached his hand down to help you up and started to laugh.
"What the hell is so funny, Dean?" "Nothing sweetheart, just that you look beautiful even when you're knocked on your ass." Wait, what did he say? you thought you misheard him. "What?" You sheepishly asked. You were on your feet now, just inches from Dean. He still had his hand on your arm and you were aware of the tingles under your skin where he touched. "I said, even when you're knocked on your ass you're bea-" just then, Sam walked in. "Hey guys, it looks like there is another body. We should get going."
Sam must've realized he interrupted something important because he got a confused look on his face then awkwardly turned and left your room. You looked at Dean who let out a low sigh. "You heard him sweetheart, we should get going." Before he finished the sentence he was already out the door. You felt like you were on fire. Dean just told you you're beautiful, and there was definitely an attraction between the two of you. Granted, you've always felt it, but just now it was obvious. Something about it made you think, it seems like Dean has feelings for you. But at the same time, that could have just been Dean flirting, he's known for that. You had to remember to bitch at Sam for interrupting.
Pretty soon you were on the road, the tires racing down the smooth pavement. You were looking out the window of the Impala, seeing the world pass by beside you. You couldn't get the earlier events out of your head. Dean's "you're beautiful" kept playing on repeat. You tried to forget but your brain wouldn't let you. The words were sliding across your vision like an advertisement, taunting you. You were mindlessly licking your lips, thinking about what it would be like to kiss him. You looked at him in the rearview mirror, scanning over his gorgeous features.
Just then, Dean looked up and caught your eye. You saw his grip on the steering wheel tighten, his knuckles turning white. You looked back up into his eyes and made a mental note of the fact his pupils were blown. You felt a fiery tingle creep onto your cheeks and you quickly looked back out the window, trying to control your breathing. Holy shit. Dean caught you staring at him. You felt eyes on you and saw Sam giving you a funny look via the side mirror. You blushed even more and shifted in your seat when you caught Sam looking at Dean out the corner of your eye. This was going to be a long trip.