(y/n = your name)
Dean's POV
i sat at the table listening to sam tell me about his awkward hug encounter with cas. my attention was diverted when i heard a clear, sweet voice start singing down the hall.
"hold up, sam. do you hear that?"
sam stopped talking and tilted his head to listen.
"it sounds like Y/N." sam remarked.
i pushed my chair away from the table and stood up.
i ventured down the hall, trying to find the mystery voice.
as i neared the end of the hallway, the singing got louder.
i opened the door of the guest room and saw Y/N, sitting at the old, rundown piano. her delicate fingers glided over the keys as she sang the ending notes of Elvis' "Can't Help Falling In Love."
"but i can't help falling in love...with...you…"
Y/N played the final note, and then she noticed me standing in the doorway.
she flashed a shy grin at me and stood up.
"oh, hi Dean...could you guys hear me singing?" Y/N stuttered, embarrassed.
i was speechless.
"Y/N, you didn't tell me you could sing! that was...really good." i was finally able to spit it out.
she grinned shyly again.
i still hadn't moved from the doorway.
"like, seriously, Y/N." why am i still talking? "that was...you're beautiful. i mean, the singing...and the, the piano playing." i stammered.
Y/N rose from the piano and crossed the room.
she stood directly in front of me, smiling. she stood on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around my neck.
i drew her closer to me, my arms around her waist.
she pulled away and dropped a light kiss on my lips.
i took her hand and we walked back out to hear about sam's lame hug together.