Decisions

Y/n's POV

The next morning you felt more light and happy than you have in awhile. You had slept on the couch of the boy's motel room not too long after eating dinner. Everything felt great, you didn't hesitate to let it show either, but you couldn't suppress the feeling that something was off.

It was as if you just knew something bad was going to happen, and soon too, but you didn't have a clue what. If you were being honest with yourself, it scared you. The last thing you wanted was for everything to be ruined after it was just patched up.

So, naturally, you chose to ignore it.

Instead, you were enjoying your breakfast with the boys in some diner nearby. You and Dean would steal looks at each other, smiling when one caught the other. Sam, of course, noticed all of this and was dying to start asking questions.

"Y/n? Dean? Guys, what do you want to eat?" Sam said frustratedly when he found you guys hadn't been paying attention.

You looked toward him to find a waiter looking at you curiously and Sam looking at the both of you expectantly. Dean told the water what he wanted first while you gathered your bearings then you told them what you wanted feeling embarrassed. While you were embarrassed about being caught, Dean seemed if anything kind of smug. But it wasn't until the waiter walked away that Sam finally spoke him mind.

"Ok that's it, I'm done being in the dark. What happened between you two last night?" Sam said exasperatedly.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Dean said playing dumb.

"Oh please, I caught her practically on top of you, Dean. I know something happened," Sam pointed out and you blushed at his comment.

"I guess we did get a bit carried away," Dean murmured mainly to himself.

"See! You just admitted it," Sam said excitedly while Dean simply shrugged. Once he found that Dean wasn't going to say anything about it, he looked to you, "Y/n?"

Wait what did happen last night? You asked yourself. How were you supposed to explain it if you don't even know? Maybe Dean wasn't saying anything because he didn't want to tell Sam yet. You decided you'd talk to him about it later so you went with the first thing that came to mind.

"It was just a kiss," you told him before beginning to look through the news paper you've been ignoring.

"That didn't seem like just a kiss to me," Sam argued practically reading your mind, "c'mon Y/n-"

"Drop it, Sam," Dean said in a warning tone that you weren't expecting.

You looked up startled at the change of his tone to find a hard look on his face. He hadn't moved since you last looked at him but everything about his mood had changed.

"But-" Sam began again before getting interrupted yet again.

"Sam, dammit, I said drop it," Dean snapped before looking at him instead of you.

Sam looked taken aback but slumped in his seat and dropped it. Dean looked back at you before deciding to look out the window next to him. Where did that come from? You wondered.

Before you knew it all of the food came and the three of you ate in silence. You wanted to talk to Dean so bad but you didn't think it'd do any good so you kept your head low and stayed quiet.

The silence continued all the way to when they were in the Impala and on the road to Bobby's. Since he hadn't returned any of Dean's calls or answered any, you all thought it was best to check in on the paranoid bastard.

You woke up suddenly without even realizing you fell asleep. It took you a minute to understand what woke you, then you realised Dean must've taken a sharp turn. You looked out the window to find a very familiar building but it wasn't Bobby's.

"Stanford? Why are we here?" You asked looking at Dean as he parked his precious car, you noticed Sam was currently asleep.

"What does it look like? I'm taking you back to school," Dean told you with an emotionless tone.

"But.." You paused. Do you really want to go back to school? Let's face it, the last few weeks have been hell and this would only be worse.

You didn't know if Bobby was ok. Dean is mad for some reason and you still need to have a serious talk with him. Plus you'd miss all of this, the danger, the risk, and the Winchesters.

"But what?" Dean asked a little softer then before, bringing you out of your thoughts.

"Why?" You practically whispered.

"Well we don't need you anymore, I pulled you from your life to help me save Sam but he's ok now so you can go back," Dean said and you felt your heart pang with hurt at his words.

"Maybe I don't want to go," you said firmly. "Yeah, I think I'll stay," you added more confidently.

"You're gonna quit school?" Dean asked surprised.

"Yes I am, and the school will still be there if I change my mind later," you decided. While you expected him to argue and possibly go off, he just silently drove off toward Bobby's.

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Dean's POV

You didn't know what scared you more, the fact that Y/n was giving up school for the hunters life or that she decided to stay in general. Y/n didn't deserve the life of a hunter, she shouldn't have to have that sorta thing on her shoulders. She should be a professor and be completely ignorant to what's really out there, she should be happy.

Besides, now there was no running away from how you felt about her. It was bad enough you actually did have feelings for her, but now it's gotten to a point you've never been before and that scares you. You thought she understood how much you cared about her but after what she said to Sammy, you weren't so sure.

Did she really think it was just a kiss and nothing more? Did she think that's what you thought? Did she just not want to tell Sam? All these questions flew around in your mind and you didn't know the answer to any of them.

You decided you'd wait until the three of you got to Bobby's to have a talk with her about all of this. Knowing Sam, he could very well pretend to be sleeping just to eavesdrop. This way, the two of you can have a private conversation.

Just then, you noticed Y/n laying her head down once more and snuggling up on Baby's door. You smiled to yourself at how adorable she looked and couldn't help but hope that soon you could call her yours.

Plus, if everything goes well, you'd get to talk to Bobby about all of this. Rip it off like a Band-Aid, right?