•~Supernatural Preferences & Imagines~•

•He Thinks You Dont Know He Likes You, But You Do•

Sam: his POV

(Y/N) ran around the room chasing after Dean who had just stolen the TV remote while she was watching her favorite show. After tripping over almost everything and almost knocking over everything, Dean came to halt and (Y/N) crashed into him.

"Give it." She whined trying to snatch the remote back, but Dean raised it above his head. (Y/N) was pretty short so no matter how much she tried she couldn't seem to even touch the remote. "Sam can you help me?" She pouted and batted her eyelashes at me. My heart fluttered for a quick moment. (Y/N) pouted even more making her look even cuter and I knew I couldn't say no.

"Alright." I stood up and took the remote away from Dean. He mumbled something about me being a kiss up, but I ignored it because (Y/N) gave me the biggest hug she could and then darted off to the couch to resume her show. I got the usual tingling feeling in my stomach when she hugged me and it took me by surprise so I also lost my breath for a good five seconds.

"Dude, just tell her." Dean said laughing.

"What?" I shook my head confused.

"You're so obvious!" He laughed. I stiffened a little embarrassed.

"If I was so obvious (Y/N) would've known." I pointed out. Dean shrugged my comment away.

"Come on just do it." He patted me on the back encouragingly, but it did no good. My heart began to thump loudly in my chest and my stomach swirled. What if she doesn't like me? It's going to be really awkward.

"(Y/N)." I said once I mustered up my courage to tell her.

"Yes?" She asked, her eyes glued on the TV screen.

"I need to tell you something really important." She looked away from the TV finally and gave me a worried look.

"What is it?" She sat up straight and faced me.

"I um, really like you (Y/N), like more than a friend." I rubbed the back of my neck nervously expecting her to turn me down.

"Oh yeah, I know." She said plainly playing with the ends of her hair.

"You do?" I asked generally shocked. I guess Dean was right! God I'm an idiot.

"Yep." She smiled sweetly, but it wasn't a smile I've ever seen her with before. "If you were trying to keep it a secret maybe you shouldn't stare or blush whenever I hug you." (Y/N) laid back down on the couch, but this time she was resting on my arm. I felt warm inside just knowing that she was still comfortable with me.

"So what then?" I asked awkwardly. She never said if she liked me back and right now I was terrified of the answer. (Y/N) looked up at me with a spark in her eye.

"You're adorable." She laughed. "Yes I like you too." I let go of a breath I didn't know I was holding. (Y/N) likes me back. I guess her knowing already wasn't such a bad thing.

Dean: his POV

(Y/N) rubbed the sleep from her eyes in an attempt to wake herself up, but it really wasn't working. She put her head down on the table and groaned.

"(Y/N) did you get any sleep at all?" I sat down next to her. She shook her head and ran her hand through her messy hair. She actually looked cute and I couldn't help, but stare at her as drifted off again.

"Morning." Sam said walking in all sweaty. He opened the fridge and pulled out a water. "What's wrong with (Y/N)?"

"She stood up all night again watching shows again." I sighed smiling down at her.