After returning home from an exceptionally long hunt with the boys, you wanted to go out with your friend for some much-needed alcohol and fun. Once you were showered and dressed, you told Sam and Dean that you were going out with Diane. She was your friend long before you met the boys. You got a text from her saying she was outside. She is a hunter too, so it's OK that she knows about the bunker. You say good night to Sam and Dean, and they tell you to be careful.

"OK, Mom and Dad, I'll be careful," you say with a laugh, "Don't wait up." And with that, you were gone, leaving the boys to themselves. Dean looks at Sam,

"Hey, who's the mom and who's the dad?"

"Really, Dean, who cares."

"Whatever, Mom."

Dean smirks as he leaves the room.

You and your friend get to the bar and just let loose, drinking, dancing, and karaoke. About 4 hours into the night, you are drunk, and you know it. Diane cut herself off since she is driving, but that didn't stop you. You lost her in the crowd, so you wanted to call her. However, as drunk as you were you accidentally, pressed on Dean's number. He answered almost immediately,

"(Y/N)? What's up?"

"Where are you?" it is apparent that you are drunk by the way you are talking.

"I'm in the bunker. Where are you?"

"Wait, you're not Diane."

"No, it's Dean… (Y/N) how drunk are you?" his voice is laced with concern.

"I'm not drunk. The bar is just blurry."

"Right, where is Diane? Why is she not with you?"

"I don't know she disappeared, *gasp* maybe she's magic!"

"OK,(Y/N) tell me where you are, I'm coming to get you!"

"No, Mom, I'm fine, I swear."

"REALLY? I'm the mom?!"

You just laughed at him.

"You're funny, Dean. OK, see you later, bye-bye!" And you hung up and went back to looking for your friend. Eventually, you find her, and you are about to walk back to the bar, but you are stopped by a muscular man. It takes you a minute to look up and see its Dean.

"Deano! Whatcha doing here?"

"I came to get you and take you home."

"Otay, but why? This is the fun place." He gently grabbed your shoulders and started to lead you to the door.

"I think you've had enough fun for one night."

"Boo, you're a buzzkill."

"Whatever you say." He responds, laughing at you just a little. He turns to Diane,

"Why did you let her drink so much?!"

"Really! You know as well as I do, no one can tell her what to do, believe me, I tried!"

"Sorry, you're right. I'm gonna take (Y/N) home. You OK to drive?"

" Yeah, I stopped after round two. Thanks"

"No problem, get home safe."

"You too, good luck with that." She said, pointing at you.

You and Dean were walking out the door,

"You know Dean, you're such a good guy."

"Thanks."

"No. I really mean it. You're like the best. You are my favorite Winchester."

"OK, drinky Smurf, let's get you home. I think the alcohol is in charge of your brain right now."

"No, the alcohol is just hiding my filter from me, and I can find it. Have you seen it anywhere?"

Dean just rolled his eyes, not really sure how to respond. You were so wrapped up in the conversation/Karaoke session you were having with yourself, you didn't notice when you got to the bunker. Dean helped you in, seeing that you could hardly stand. He helped you to your room and put you on the bed, took your shoes off, put a bucket, a bottle of water, and two aspirin next to you. He turns to leave, thinking you were already passed out, but you grabbed his arm to stop him,

"Dean, I love you."

"Aw, I love you too, (Y/N)."

"Ugh, you don't get it." You say with an exasperated whine, falling back onto the bed and passing out.

The next day when you finally woke up, your head felt like it was going to explode. You're not sure how you got to your room or who left the aspirin and the bucket, but you are grateful. Luckily, you don't feel nauseous, so you just take the aspirin, detangle yourself from the sheets, and slowly make your way to the kitchen. You see Sam and Dean sitting at the table.

"Morning… or should I say afternoon."

You just groan at Dean for being a smart ass.

"How are you feeling?"

"Bad headache, but that's it. Thank you for asking."

Sam left saying something about having research to do.

"So, do you remember anything from last night?"

"I remember getting to the bar but, after that, it's all bits and pieces. Why?"

"No reason, just curious." Clearly wanting to say something else to you.

"Dean, what do you know?"

"Well, you called me last night," you look in fear, wondering what you might have said, "Don't worry, you were just trying to call Diane but got me instead. You sounded pretty smashed, so I tried to get you to tell me where you were, but you hung up on me. But I was worried, so I went to get you."

"Wait, if I didn't tell you where I was, how did you come to get me?"

"I tracked your phone."

"Seriously?"

"I was worried about you, so yes, I tracked your phone and came to get you. I brought you home and put you to bed."

'At least that's one mystery solved.'

"That's it? I didn't say anything? I know drunk me, drunk me likes to talk. So, I find it hard to believe I didn't say anything."

"You didn't say nothing, but it's whatever." He's definitely hiding something.

"Dean, what did I say?"

"You told me that you like me, then you told me that you love me. And I thought it was just the booze, but when I said I love you too in like a platonic way, you whined and fell face-first into your pillow. So, I started to think that maybe you meant something more."

You put your head in your hands, leaning on the counter, you couldn't bear to look at Dean, especially since you apparently confessed your love to him last night.

"(Y/N)?"

You still don't look at him or even speak actual words. You just make a noise, so he knows you heard him. You're startled when you feel a hand on your shoulder, but you make no attempt to look up.

"(Y/N), is it true?"

You don't respond, so Dean pulls your hands away from your face and takes your chin between his fingers, gently forcing you to look at him. You stare at him for a minute, looking into those beautiful green eyes. Finally, you resign yourself to the truth, and with a sigh, you say,

"Yes, it's true. It's all true, I do love you," at this point, you begin to ramble, "and every time I have tried to tell you before, I was either interrupted, or I lost my nerve and couldn't do it…"

Without a word, Dean leans in and pulls you into a kiss. And as quickly as the kiss started, it was brought to a screeching halt when Sam clears his throat from the doorway. Dean smiles at you,

"Speaking of interruptions." You giggle and look at Sam apologetically.