Original Imagine Link: ✧
Word Count: 1,283
Summary: Imagine you and Dean always bullying each other until one day Dean goes over the top and it turns into more of a love-hate relationship
“Keep your hands off my fries asshat!” You slap Dean’s greedy hands away from your plate.
“Oh come on Y/N! Don’t be such a hog. You aren’t gonna finish them all anyways, sweetheart. Leave the leftovers to the men,” Dean uses one of his hands to hold you back and the other to steal more of your fries.
“You are such an asshole Dean, you know that!?” You bump Dean’s stool with your leg causing him to almost fall off his chair.
“Can you two get a room already? I think I’m about to throw up from all the 5th grade flirting,” Sam says with mock irritation as he watches you and Dean glaring each other down.
“SHUT UP SAM!” You and Dean both turn your death glares on him with blushes appearing on your cheeks.
Sam raises his hands in surrender, “I’m just kidding geez…..touchy much….” He mumbles under his breath.
“What did you say? I’m sorry couldn’t hear you?” Dean gives Sam the big brother tone daring him to say another word.
“Nothing…. NOTHING! Can we just go back to the bunker now?” Sam whines.
“Fine,” You say pushing away from the table jumping off the stool.
“About time,” Dean states grabbing the car keys out of his pocket and walking toward the bar’s exit.
Sam sighs in frustration thinking to himself, “those two really need to talk some things out. I don’t know how much more of this sexual tension I can take.”
The whole ride back to the bunker is completely silent. No music. No talking. Just the rumble of the Impala’s engine on the long dark road towards home.
You glance at Dean’s reflection in the rear view mirror thinking how I could ever be attracted to such an egotistical meat head like Dean Winchester. Sure you both liked to jam out to oldies on the rock station, yeah you liked cars and he liked cars, and okay sometimes he was fucking hilarious to the point where your gut felt like busting open from laughing so hard. And….. ALRIGHT…he was pretty damn good-looking, but all that pretty doesn’t make up for him being an ass to you ever since you guys met. What was his deal? I wasn’t a bitch to him ALL the time only when I needed to be. I may not be a typical girl, being a hunter and all that kills everything going bump in the night, but I was STILL a girl. Was I just not attractive to him in his eyes? Ugh… what am I even doing to myself? This is strictly business. Everyone knows that relationships don’t end well in this kind of life. So why even bother worrying about it?
Dean glances at the rear view mirror at Y/N and once he sees her already staring at him his heart jumps in his chest as she turns her head to look away. Was she staring at me this whole time? God dammit why do I keep doing this. She doesn’t feel anything, but pure hatred towards me. I know I have been a dick to her ever since I met her, but it’s only because she catches me completely off guard with everything she does. When Sammy and I first met her, I knew she was something special. How is a man supposed to handle a woman who seems perfect in every way? It’s been just Sammy and I for so long that I’m used to the banter and the love-hate relationship we’ve got goin’ on….but her? The thought of her makes my head go crazy. Her perfect smile, the way her nose crinkles when she laughs, the twinkle of excitement in her eyes before a hunt, and the selflessness she has for saving people is unbelievable. Knowing myself though, she would never think of me in that way. In her eyes, I’m probably just a deadbeat prick who loves to nurse his scotch from the crack of dawn to the dead of midnight.
Dean pulls up to the bunker’s entrance and pulls in once the door to the garage slides open. As soon as the engine is shut off, Sam gets out of the car saying, “Well guys, it’s been a long night so I’m gonna go get some shut eye. Night.” He walks out of the garage and down the hall toward his room. Y/N and Dean don’t even attempt to get out of the car, but sit there like stubborn toddlers waiting for one or the other to speak up first.
Y/N decides to get this crap over with and breaks the silence. “Dean…?”
“Yeah?” Dean turns around in his seat to look at her.
“I’m-I’m…..sorry….” She looks up from staring at the floor to look at him.
“ Me too,” he nods.
“Well shit this turned into a chick flick really fast,” Y/N giggles pathetically while Dean chuckles in return.
“Yeah we aren’t too good at this are we?” He replies with a sheepish grin.
“No, not at all… you want to just drink a couple beers, watch some TV, and call it a night?” She offers, shrugging her shoulders.
“That sounds awesome and all, but I-I actually have something to tell you.” Dean stutters out nervously.
“Sure, what is it? Everything alright?” Y/N’s voice layers with concern and places a hand on his shoulder comfortingly.
“Yeah, yeah it’s just… I have- well I’ve been a complete dickhead to you ever since we first met and I wanted to apologize for everything. There is a lot of crap on my mind and taking it out on you since the beginning hasn’t been the best idea to try and ignore it.” He continues with insecurity shining in his eyes. “I know I’m not the best guy out there, being a 24/7 booze-oholic and my crappy singing in the car to the same rock songs every hour can get extremely annoying… I just feel I should tell you -the truth- to why I have been acting like such an idiot towards you…”
Y/N smiles at Dean’s efforts, “Dean it’s totally okay, honestly it’s not THAT big of a deal. Your apology is all I need.” She gets out of the car and walks around the Impala to the driver seat encouraging Dean to follow her.
“No wait,” he grabs Y/N’s arm and pulls her back to him. “I-I like you Y/N. Like…’like’ like you. I know it’s stupid, but you’re an awesome chick and I’ve never really met anyone like you.” Dean’s face burns bright red all the way to the tip of his hairline after declaring his feelings.
Y/N stares at Dean in shock, mouth open, gaping at his confession. She stares into his beautiful green eyes not believing what she’s hearing, but his expression says it all. Suddenly she is grabbing onto the lapels of his leather jacket and kissing him.
Dean is stunned by her response for a few seconds until he grabs the back of her head and returns her kiss deeply.
They kiss passionately until they have to pull away for air. Touching their foreheads together and panting, they both smile happily.
“Knew you couldn’t keep your hands off me.” Dean mumbles to her, a mocking smirk on his face.
“Shut up and kiss me again, Winchester,” Y/N teasingly demands while pulling his lips towards hers for another round.
“Don’t mind if I do,” Dean happily obliges pulling her tight against his body.
Sam secretly watches the two lovebirds from the crack of the door leading to the inside of the bunker. He noiselessly chuckles and whispers Drama Queens before leaving his big brother to make out with his new girlfriend.