Supernatural Imagines

Drunken Confessions - Dean Winchester

YN had always been a fiercely independent woman. Growing up as a hunter, she had learned to rely on herself and trust no one but her own instincts. But there was one person who had managed to break through her tough exterior, one person who had become the anchor of her tumultuous life: Dean Winchester.

On a chilly, moonlit night, the three of them had decided to take a break from their relentless hunting and enjoy a rare evening out at a local bar. The clinking of glasses and the murmur of the crowd provided a comforting background noise as YN, Dean, and Sam sat together at a dimly lit corner booth. The atmosphere was relaxed, and for a moment, it felt like they were just regular people enjoying a night off from their lives of chasing monsters and demons.

The night wore on and the drinks kept flowing. YN had always been able to hold her liquor well, but tonight, she found herself becoming more and more intoxicated. The laughter, the easy-going conversations between the three of them, it was all so infectious that she lost track of how much she had actually consumed.

Dean, always the responsible one when it came to drinking (more or less), had been keeping a close eye on her. He knew that when YN started to slur her words and giggle uncontrollably, it was time to call it a night. When that time came around he gave the YHC-haired girl beside him a concerned look, he leaned in closer to her, his voice low and gentle.

"Hey, YN, I think it's time to head back to the bunker," he said, the concern that she might be overdoing it slightly was evident in his eyes.

YN, her cheeks flushed with alcohol and her inhibitions slowly dissolving, looked up at Dean with a dreamy smile. "Dean," she began, her words slightly slurred, "can I tell you a secret?"

Dean exchanged a worried glance with Sam, who had also noticed YN's state. But Sam was also wondering what it was that the girl could tell them that they hadn't already known before, raised his eyebrows as an indicator for his brother to let her continue. The older brother then nodded at her, encouraging her to speak.

With a sigh, YN leaned in closer to Dean, her breath warm and slightly boozy against his ear. "I'm in love with you," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Dean's heart skipped a beat. He had always cared deeply for YNN, and their bond as fellow hunters had grown stronger with each passing day till the point he wouldn't go on a hunt if she wasn't going with them. But he had never imagined that she felt this way about him, especially not in the midst of a drunken confession.

Sam cleared his throat uncomfortably, sensing the tension that had now radiated off of his brother and into the air around them all. "Maybe we should get her home," he suggested, trying to defuse the situation.

Dean nodded, his mind racing as he helped YN to her feet. He couldn't deny the flutter of emotions her confession had stirred within him, but he also knew that she was intoxicated, and this wasn't the right time to address it. As they made their way back to the Impala, he couldn't help but wonder what the morning would bring and how it might change their dynamic forever. Would she remember any of what she had just told him and bring it up later or would YN not remember a thing and he would just have to let it go?

Back at the bunker, Dean settled YN into her room, making sure she was comfortable and safe. He lingered for a moment, his eyes locked with hers. "We'll talk about everything in the morning when you're sober, okay?" he said softly, his voice filled with a mix of uncertainty and tenderness.

YN nodded, her eyelids heavy with exhaustion. "Okay, Dean," she whispered, a sleepy smile playing on her lips.

As Dean closed the door behind him, he couldn't shake the weight of YN's confession. It was a secret they would have to confront eventually, but deep down, he couldn't help but wonder if there was a chance for something more between them, something beyond the bonds of friendship that had carried them through countless battles.