But you didn't know the answer.
Or so you thought.
Sam had saved you. He'd picked you up and carried you to safety, but Dean was the one that was there. It was as if Sam thought he'd done enough so stopped caring. That didn't suit him.
You looked at Dean, his fanfiction green eyes wide with worry. You smiled lightly. "This isn't fair, I shouldn't have to choose between my two favourite people."
"But you choose Dean." Sam sighed. "It's okay. I see the way you look at him, and the way he looks at you. I think you've made the right choice." Sam smiled and left.
Dean's mouth was open in shock. You stepped closer and used his chin to close it. " You- You picked... me?" He gulped. You kissed him lightly. "I picked you."
Dean smiled widely and kissed you passionately, placing his hand on your hips gently. You wrapped your arms around his back.
Dean pulled away, "Hey (Y/N)?"
"Yeah?" You replied.
"Do you wanna watch Sherlock?"
"Hell yes." You smiled and both ran to Dean's room where you lay with your head on Dean's chest, watching Sherlock for hours before drifting off in each other's arms.
You'd made the right choice.
