Denial

Dean's POV

You and Y/n were sitting at the bar drinking while Sammy was off being all flirtsy with what's-her-face. Pretty sure you were going to win that bet you made with Y/n by the end of the night, you tried to get your own kiss out of your mind.

It didn't matter tcrushed it was intentional or not, it still happened and you still liked it. This may sound like a line from a chick-flick, but you've never felt that way before and you didn't know what to do about it. You were pretty sure that she felt it too but then she denied it even happened to Sam now you weren't so sure.

"So how was my first hunt?" Y/n asked, bringing you out of your thoughts.

"Considering we're all still in one piece, I'd say it was a success," you told her and she smiled brightly.

"Good," She said and you nodded.

"How mad do you think Bobby is gonna be?" You asked after a moment.

"I don't think it'll be too bad, he'll probably just be relieved we're all still alive and proud we finished the job," Y/n said.

"You idjits! Where have you been?" You said trying to imitate the man you considered to be your second father, Y/n laughed.

"Do I look like a ditchable prom date to you?" She said in a pretend deep and gruff voice trying to imitate Bobby as well.

The two of you shared a laugh, you stole a look at her then it hit you like a bus. She looked absolutely beautiful. Her cheeks rosy from the alcohol, her y/c/e eyes dancing with mirth, her y/h/c shining in the different colors lighting the room. Your airway thinned and it became nearly impossible for you to look away from her, you blamed the alcohol.

She soon stopped laughing and you were relieved that she hasn't caught you staring. She was looking at something somewhere over your shoulder. What the hell is wrong with me? You asked yourself.

Suddenly, she sprang up in her seat and started walking quickly past you. What was that about?

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Y/n's POV

After you got your giggles to subside, something familiar caught your eye. Dark brown hair and a beige trenchcoat. It took you a minute or two to connect the dots but soon you realized just where that was familiar.

The guy creepily staring at you at the store after your encounter with your ex boyfriend, Jason. The douche who bumped into you when you and the boys were going into that first diner.

He's been following you. And now he was walking right out that door.

You sprang up out of your seat and walked straight toward the unknown man before he left. Ignoring the confused looking Dean, you sped up your pace, you needed answers.

"Hey you," you said to him but he ignored you and walked right out.

You came out right after him but he wasn't there anymore. Looking around the vicinity, you realized that it was as if he disappeared.

Suddenly, you felt a hand grab your arm. Spinning around to see who the hand belonged to, you prepared to defend yourself.

"Hey hey easy there tiger, it's just me," you heard Dean's deep voice say and you relaxed.

You looked around some more to see if you could spot the man someplace you might've missed. How could someone just vanish like that? You wondered.

"Are you alright?" Dean asked from beside you.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I just..I thunk someone's been following me," you tried to explain.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"Well I keep on seeing the same guy in random places just..watching me," you said with a shiver. "At the store, that person who bumped into me at the diner and I could've swore I just saw him again," you explained.

"I think you might've had too much to drink," he commented.

"Yeah, you're probably right," you said with a sigh.

"Of course I am," Dean joked but then added more seriously, "now let's go back to the motel."

"What about Sam?" You asked.

"I let him know we were leaving before I came out here with you, he wants to stay awhile longer," Dean informed you with a mischievous smile.

You nodded and the two of you started walking toward Baby. Trying not to think about that mysterious man, you got into the passenger seat. Now that you thought about it, you were pretty sure this was your first time sitting up here.

You ran your fingers delicately across the dash as you admired the vehicle. Dean started the Impala up and you listened to the roar of the engine.

"So what'd the guy look like?" Dean asked suddenly during the drive.

"I thought I was just drunk," you said a bit teasingly.

"You probably are, but if you're right I should know what he looks like in case he comes back, don't you think?" He replied.

"Sounds like a weirdo," Dean commented after you described the man in as much detail as you could remember.

The two of you grew silent, it was comfortable at first but then you got a weird feeling something might be wrong. You sneaked a few glances at Dean and found that he seemed to be lost in thought.

Soon enough he parked Baby in the motel parking lot and the two of you were in your guy's room. You and Dean then took your showers and got ready for bed without speaking a word.

While Dean was in his shower, you got all the medical things ready to tend to his wounds properly. But when he came out of the bathroom you could only try not to stare.

His dirty blond hair was still wet and it looked darker than before, he also looked much more relaxed than beforehand. He left his shirt off, probably to make fixing him up easier for the both of you.

Hot damn, you thought, Dean is one attractive man.

"C'mon and sit down," you said as you gave the seat next to you a pat.

He obeyed and sat down where you indicated and you got to work. With him closer it made it even harder to ignore his appealing features. You couldn't help but notice how his muscles flexed under your touch or how there were still water droplets falling.

The tension in the room grew so thick you could practically cut it with a knife and you hoped it was only you that noticed. Carefully, you glanced up at Dean only to find that he has an amused look on his face while watching you work.

Cocky bastard.

"Liking what you see, huh Y/l/n?" He asked teasingly.

"Oh you wish, Winchester," you replied and he simply smirked.

"Maybe I do," he said.

You looked up in his face to find him looking at you with a semi serious face. Though, he still wore that adorable smirk, you wondered if there was truth to his statement. You started to feel a bit awkward so you simply went back to finishing up with his wounds.

"Why uhm why didn't you tell Sam about our kiss?" You heard Dean ask softly.

"There was nothing to tell," you replied as you finished.

"What do you mean by that?" he asked sounding taken aback.

"It was a misunderstanding, nothing more," you told him trying to convince yourself.

"Nothing more, huh," he echoed and you flinched at the hurt in his voice. "So, what? That meant nothing to you?" he asked, more like stated.

"Should it mean something to me?" You challenged.

"Yes!" he said raising his voice and standing up. "No, maybe, I don't know but you're acting like it never even happened! That sure as hell didn't feel like some misunderstanding to me," he said frustrated.

"You almost f*cking died, Dean!" you exclaimed feeling tears start to form in your eyes.

You knew the excuse was lame but that has been on your mind and affecting your emotions since it happened. Even though you haven't known Dean all that long, you felt like you've known him forever. It would've crushed you if he had died.

"Well then why the hell did you kiss me, Y/n?" He asked.

"I didn't, I was giving you CPR just like I said but you took it the wrong way," you told him trying to hide the sadness in your voice, "it wasn't a real kiss."

"Bullshit," Dean exclaimed and you looked up into his eyes in surprise.

Then before you knew it, his lips were once again on yours. It was different from the first one somehow. There was still the spark of the first but not the uncertainty. But just as quickly as it began, it ended.

You and Dean looked at each other for a moment before a small smile appeared on Dean's face.

"Was that real enough for you?" He asked, his voice slightly breathless.