A/N: I did this for a prompt for tumblr, but I expanded on it due to popular demand. post/75723472205/demigodwinchester

To swlfangirl, for being such an awesome person!

"I need to go out shopping. That last hunt completely ruined the last of my clothes." I walk into the library of the bunker, wearing my last pair of pajamas.

"Just give me a few minutes to finish my food, okay? I'll come with you."

"Dean." He looks up at me, staring deep into my sterling eyes. "I need to go bra shopping."

He gulps down the food that was in his mouth quickly. After a few seconds of tension between the two of us, he gives up. "I'm not letting you go alone."

"You think there's gonna be a demon there? At a fucking women's department store?" I yell at him. He can't come with me, it'll be too awkward. The deepest depths of my heart says yes, but my brain says no. Besides, I could say something stupid. Maybe even confess my long-lasting crush on him.

"Look," His hands make a circle, trying to explain a stupid reason for him to come with me, "I can't lose another friend. I'm going."

I yell a string of cuss words at him, and turn in the opposite direction, storming off into my room to grab my wallet and keys.

I walk around the aisles of bras, ranging to preteen thin cotton to chest o' jugs. Dean tags along besides me, picking up a few cute bras here and there, chuckling. "What's so funny, freckle face?"

He picks up a bra and shows it to me. "I swear I hooked up with a girl who wore this recently."

"Please shut up." I playfully smirk at him, and continue to look for a bra at least in my size.

"Hey, you should wear this." I don't dare look at him. "Come on, for me?"

I cave in and slowly turn towards him, trying not to show my feelings for him. The bra he choose was actually pretty cool. "What size?" He reads it off, and I quickly reach out for it. "Gimme."

"Woah there, Kelly." He holds up his hands in surrender.

"It's the first bra I've found that doesn't have the pattern or color of a grandma's couch."

After thirty minutes of finding bras that looks decent, I go to the changing rooms.

"You coming with, Dean?"

"Of course." He trails behind me closely, making butterflies lift off in my stomach.

An elderly woman comes up to us, looking for a way to start a conversation. I see Dean reach behind his back for the knife, just to be cautious. "Hey. I hope I'm not intruding, but I thought that you two are a really cute couple." Her grin reaches from ear to ear.

"Umm…" Dean trails off, not knowing what to say.

I pick up for him, so he doesn't look bad. "We're um…we're not dating." But I definitely wish we would, because damn he's just perfect.

"Oh, that's a shame." She quickly retreats away from the both of us.

We both start laughing in unison. "Well, that was awkward."

"You're telling me." He looks at you, almost blushing.

"Are you okay?"

He doesn't respond right away, so I turn around, looking for the dressing room. But before I could even take a step, a strong hand grips my shoulder, and turns me around.

I see Dean's tan, freckled face. His emerald eyes watch my lips closely.

"Kelly, I am more than okay with you."

Before I know it, he is kissing me. His lips feel like satin against mine, and I don't know if I will be able to break away from this moment of euphoria.

He is the best man anyone could ask for.