"I'll grab the extra salt shells and meet you guys in the car." y/n said, turning to walk away. Sam obliged, turning to leave the room. Dean, however, wasn't so quick to comply.
"We need you to stay here, y/n." Dean said, taking the boxes of shells from her.
"What? Why? We already have all the information, we just need to get out there and ice the thing." y/n said, a look of confusion spread on her face.
"We might need someone to, uh, give us some more facts while we're out there." Dean's voice was questioning.
"Dean, what are you doing? You're just making crap up now." y/n asked, shifting her weight to one side.
"I just think it would be best if you stayed home, ya know?" Dean gave a crooked smile.
"What are you trying to say? You don't- don't want me to go?" her tone was almost a little hurt.
"It's not that I don't want you to go, it's just…" his voice faded out as he flailed for an explanation.
"Just what, Dean?"
"I just don't want you getting hurt." he mumbled.
"So you're just like suddenly concerned for my well being?" she questioned, her voice doubtful.
"Well yeah, I mean I just, you know realized something this last week, and…" Dean's voice trailed off.
"You realized something? Dean, what does that even mean?!" y/n asked incredulously.
"You know, I realized I-I need you and I couldn't bear it if anything, you know if anything happened to you. So that's why I was gonna ask you to stay home." Dean tripped over his words.
"You...you need me?" y/n's cheeks were a little flushed, and her voice was soft.
"Yeah…I mean, I-I think I love you, y/n. Yeah. I love you." Dean stuttered. Y/n had never seen him so baffled, and it was rather entertaining if she was being completely honest.
"I love you too Dean." Y/n smiled. "But I'm still going on this hunt." She snatched the shells back from Dean and spun on her heel, going the direction Sam had gone earlier.
"D-it y/n." Dean muttered, following her.
