Author Note: This was written for a friend's birthday.
You and the boys had just finished a hunt and Dean suggested going to the local bar for some drinks to celebrate. Sam said he was beat and just headed back to the motel leaving you all alone with Dean. You couldn't stop the flutters in your stomach. You had feelings for the green eyed hunter for years. You had met when he saved you during a hunt you were doing solo. Had Dean not shown when he did well you wouldn't be here now. Dean was your idea guy. To you every detail of the man was perfect. Not only was he handsome. He was caring, brave, strong, and willing to do whatever he had to for the ones he loved. You walked into the bar and followed Dean to an empty table. "Gotta say Y/N, you kicked ass tonight," Dean complimented your hunting skills.
"All I did was distract a horny vampire," he said, "didn't take much but to unbutton my shirt a little,".
"Hey it worked," he said with a wink as a waitress walked up. A twinge of guilt hit you as you watched Dean flash his famous, charming smile as his bright green eyes locked with hers. You could tell Dean thought she was attractive. Her bright, blonde hair was in a ponytail and her tank top and shorts hugged her just enough to bring out her curves. With a pad and pen in hand, she asked for their orders between flirtation moments with Dean. And it continued like that for a while from the waitress to many of the women in the bar. The more you watched the worse you felt.
They were all model worthy, beautiful beyond reality, and each and everyone got Dean's attention. In fact, you were pretty sure at some point Dean forgot you were there. You had enough when you watched as a woman came up to him and asked him to dance. Of course, Dean said yes. Once you watched as he placed his hands on her hips and she pressed herself closing to him you suddenly felt like you needed some air. Dean watched with concern on his face as you walked out. He tried to shrug it off at first but he just knew something was bugging you. He excused himself from his random dance partner and headed outside to look for you.
He got outside and scanned the parking lot to see if he could spot you when he thought he heard your voice. He followed it to where he had parked Baby but he stayed put as he listened to you. "Why the hell am I so upset?!" he heard you ask yourself, "it's not like Dean's mine. Or could ever be mine. Just look at me!" Dean listened on confused. What did you mean by he could never be yours?
"I'm not a size zero. definitely not a damn beauty queen. A guy like Dean could never look my way," Dean noted the sadness in your voice, "Hell Dean only ever flirts with me when he's drunk. He'll never notice me like that sober,". Dean felt horrible. He couldn't believe he had made you feel that way. Truth was the hunter was head over heels for you. He had been for a while now. Dean smiled as he had an idea. Once you calmed down a little you decided to head back into the bar. You doubted Dean even knew you had stepped out. You just got to the door when you noticed Dean standing over by a pole in the parking lot. He was looking up at the sky and seemed to be talking to himself. Curiosity got the better of you and you slowly walked toward him until you got close enough to hear him.
"She's so out of my league," you heard him say, "she's beautiful, she's smart, She definitely drives me wild," you wondered who was so fascinating she had Dean feeling this way. And you hated how much you envied this mystery girl. "She could definitely kick my ass. She's brave. Probably the bravest huntress I've ever met,". That part really got you wondering. It was a hunter who had him feeling this way. You found yourself going down the list of every female hunter you knew. "If she only knew how beautiful she truly was. If she only knew how many times a day I think of her. If she knew how badly I wanted to hold her. Kiss her. Show her just how much she drives me wild. If only Y/N knew mow much I love her," that part snapped you out of your thought as you looked up and were startled a bit as you hadn't noticed Dean was now right in front of you.
"What did you say?" you asked. You were sure it was your mind that made you hear your name.
"I said," he started as he gently placed his hands on your hips making you blush as he gently pulled you closer to him, "that I love you Y/N," he gently touched your chin between his thumb and index finger and made you meet his soft, green gaze. "No other girl could ever compare to you Y/N," Your heart beat faster as he leaned closer. His face so close to yours you could feel his whisky laced breathe fanning your face, "and I promise you this not the drinks talking," Before you could process it his lips were on yours. The kiss was passionate and comforting. Dean kept one hand on your back pressing you to him as he tangled the other one in your hair. By the time you broke the kiss, you were both out of breath.
"I love you too Dean," you said, "I have for so long,".
"You have me now Y/N," he said cupping your cheek in his hand, "I'm all yours," you smiled and pulled the hunter to you for another heavenly kiss. You two spent the rest of the night in a clear field on the hood of baby watching the stars. Well in between kisses that is.