"I can't believe you didn't tell her!" Sam said in disbelief, causing Dean to sigh.

"You should've heard her talkin' about her date the other night, Sam...She was just so..happy. I couldn't take that away from her," he said, running a hand over his face.

"You think she wouldn't be happy with you?! Come on man, you guys have been through hell together, you'd be great together," Sam reassured, leaning his elbows on the wooden table.

"Why do you want this to work out so bad? Huh?" Dean asked and Sam visibly tensed, although only for a moment.

"I want what's best for the both of you, alright? You should hear how she-" Sam started, but froze when he heard the bunker door open. Dean widened his eyes to accompany his slack jaw, sitting there in utter suspense at what Sam was going to say. "Hey Y/N, back so soon?"

"Ha, very funny, I left six hours ago," you snidely said, lugging a few duffel bags of supplies past the snickering boys and into the kitchen.

"Should hear how she what?!" Dean whisper yelled at Sam once he noticed you were out of sight.

"Nothing! Just tell her!" Sam whispered back, gathering some books before standing. "Or I will!" Just then, you walked back into the living area of the bunker, a hand running through your hair as a tired sigh escaped your lips. "I'm uh, going to finish up some research in my room," Sam said awkwardly smiling at the both of you, before mouthing 'tell her' to his brother as you wandered over to the couch.

"Alright have fun," you said casually, flopping onto the cushions. Dean sighed again, tapping his fingers against the table and glancing back at you.

"H-hey, how was the supply run?" Dean asked, tediously standing to walk closer to you.

"Oh, how are they always? Boring as he-" you started but suddenly the lights all around you went out. Considering there was pretty much no windows in the bunker, you couldn't see a damn thing around you.

"Uhh, what the hell happened?" Dean asked almost rhetorically, looking around the darkness.

"," you chuckled, pushing yourself off the couch.

"Knowing us, either one could've been a possibility," he snickered, cautiously making his way toward the desk that held flashlights. Having the same idea, you walked toward the desk across the room, and before either of you exchanged another word, the two of you collided in the dark. "Oh, shit, sorry," Dean said quickly the same time you apologized, his hands holding your arms to steady you.

"It's okay, I was just trying to get the uh..." you started, but your train of thought was slowing down at the feeling of his warm breathing on your neck and his strong hands still holding your arms.

"Th-the, flashlight?" Dean finished your thought, stuttering himself.

"Right," you answered, snapping back to a clear head. You pulled away from Dean and cautiously found the drawer with spare flashlights. You let a breath out uneasily as you clicked on the flashlight, still feeling goosebumps on your arms. "Here we go..You want to go check out the generator?" you asked, turning the light toward Dean.

He nodded, almost jittery, as the two of you walked down the hallway toward the generator room. The tension between you two was definitely palpable as you walked, and you didn't know why. There wasn't usually any rigidity between you two, and the sudden shift was questionable. You were about to start a conversation about three different times, but each time your words seemed trapped in your throat.

You both neared the generator room, and saw a light coming through the crack in the door. You two exchanged looks in the dim light, and Dean pushed open the door. You widened your eyes at the sight.

There were candles spread around the entire electrical room, giving the room an almost... romantic glow. You exchanged another look with Dean, who looked as equally shocked, and you two stepped into the room.

"I swear, I had nothing to do with this," Dean said quickly, looking around at all the candles. You raised a brow and laughed at the situation. "Sam..." Dean muttered angrily, and you chuckled again.

"Well, despite the interesting setting, let's see what we can do." You decided to change the subject, walking over to the huge generator, that appeared to be fine. Dean followed your footsteps, walking in front of the machine to inspect it while you held the flashlight.

You tapped your fingers against the plastic, staring at Dean's focused features. You were nervous about the whole situation, and the fact that he was still silent didn't help matters.

"Hey Dean," you cleared your throat, "so, the other night...you were acting kinda weird is, everything alright?" He paused, avoiding your gaze for a moment. It was different to see Dean like this, flustered and nervous. Not the typical image he had around women.

"Yeah it's..." Dean thought momentarily, thinking back to what Sam said repeatedly. Tell her. "Actually, no it's not," he said suddenly, moving to stand in front of you. "Y/N, I've wanted to tell you something, for a long time...I just, uh, I haven't exactly known how to say it," he said nervously, and you felt a small smile grow on your features.

You set the flashlight on top of the generator, only seeing his green eyes through candlelight. He was still visibly nervous, and you thought you might help him calm down. "Okay, well...it seems kinda big, so...why don't you tell me small things, and lead up to the big thing?" He smiled at your phrasing, and nodded.

"Alright, I like that idea. So, ever since I met you...I couldn't keep my eyes off you. A-and not just, like that, but you were just so amazing, I couldn't help but think about you and...pay attention to you." Your smile started to grow, and you were thankful for the dark because there was a blush on your cheeks. "Like, like even the little things like how you always tear up at songs that aren't even sad or...how you can't draw for shit but you draw all the time." You laughed at that one, and Dean laughed too, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. "I love how you curl your lip when you concentrate," at that, Dean almost instinctively ran his thumb over your lip before looking terrified at his own action. He retracted his hand, and cleared his throat. "I love how make the best freakin' pancakes ever," he was definitely more at ease and excited, picking up the pace as he spoke. "I love how you can put up with Sam and I's shit, I love that you're great with kids whenever we work a case involving them, I love you!" Dean exclaimed suddenly, and the smile on your face doubled, if that was possible.

"Finally," you mumble before wrapping your arms behind his beck and pulling your lips to his. Dean was frozen with shock at first, but reciprocated the kiss, his hands holding your hips. Suddenly, he pulled away.

"Wait, did you say finally?" he asked, and a voice that was neither his nor hers answered.

"Yeah, she did." You both turned toward the doorway and saw Sam standing there with an accomplished look on his face.

"Nice touch on all the candles by the way, I didn't know you had this many," you told Sam, and Dean looked back to you with a surprised expression, hands still on your hips.

"What? Wait..." Dean started, looking between the pair of you and looking suspicious. "Were you two-"

"In on this together? Yeah...I knew how you felt about me for a few months, and Sam helped me orchestrate this little plan once I knew how much I cared about you. And just, by the way," you whispered, leaning your forehead against his, "I love you too." Dean captured your lips again with his, and you heard Sam clear his throat, saying something about leaving you two alone. But neither of you payed any attention.

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Alright alright you guys wanted a part 2, so ta daa! I wasn't originally planning on doing a part 2 because I thought it would be too similar to the unrelated Dean imagine I did earlier, You Can't Quit, but eh I threw something together (something hella long) since I got so many requests for a part 2. So, thanks for reading! Vote, comment, and request!