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Dean Imagine Part 2

Dean's POV

I have to tell her. But when? It never seems like a good time. We're either fighting or on a hunt. God, why was this so difficult? All I wanted to say was 7 little words. Well okay a few more than that but only those 7 are the important ones.

"(Y/N), I don't like seeing you hurt because of me and my stubbornness. I'm sorry about all of it. I've realized over the years that I can't lose you and when you go on those solo hunts, it scares the hell out of me. I'm scared we won't make it to you in time and that I will lose you. I don't want to lose you. I don't want to be away from you, either," I paused, focusing my thoughts and taking a deep breath before continuing. "(Y/N), I'm in love with you. I'm so in love with you that it scares me. (Y/N) (Y/L/N), will you marry me?" I dropped to my knee, practicing the exact way I wanted to propose.

I heard a gasp behind me and my whole body tensed. I slowly stood up and turned around.

"Shit," I muttered to myself when I saw (Y/N) standing in the doorway. I looked at the ground only to realize that the box was still open.

"Dean?" she asked quietly. I heard her soft footsteps bringing her closer but I kept my eyes on the ground. I felt her hand on my cheek and I looked at her. "What's going on?"

"Well... how much did you hear exactly?" I replied.

"All of it."

"Well then it should be pretty damn obvious what this is." I looked into her eyes, trying to figure out what she was thinking.

"But we're not good for each other," she whispered, taking her hand away and looking away.

"How do you know that? Maybe the reason we fight about the stupid things is because we are just too stubborn to realize we should be together," I argued.

"Dean," she began.

"(Y/N), look at me, straight in the eyes, and tell me that you don't love me. I know you do because I know you. I think you just don't want to admit it," I interrupted.

"Dean," she began again. She looked into my eyes and I watched as she took a couple shaky breaths. I could tell her mind was thinking, that the wheels were turning with all the possibilities. "I'm scared," she finally said. Tears that had been threatening to spill over finally did. I pulled her close, letting her cry. I felt as her sobs wracked through her body.

"It's okay. (Y/N), I'm not going anywhere. I'm here, it's okay," I soothed. "Breathe, (Y/N), breathe." I rubbed her back and kissed the top of her head. Slowly, she began to calm down. Her crying turned into hiccups. I let out a small chuckle. She pulled away, glaring at me before hiccuping again which only made me laugh more.

"You're such a child, Dean," she said, trying to sound annoyed.

"But you still love me," I replied.

"Yeah, I do," she whispered. She tried pulling away completely but I grabbed her wrist, turning her to face me.

"(Y/N), I know you're scared, I am too, but we both love each other. Will you please make me the happiest and luckiest man in the world and marry me?" I asked, bending to one knee and holding the ring out.

"Why do guys always say that? Why do they get to be the happiest and the luckiest? Why can't the girl be happy and lucky?" I heard a bit of teasing in her voice and smiled.

"Is that a yes?" She pulled me up. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me in for a slow and soft kiss.

"That's a hell yes, Dean Winchester," she replied, pulling away.