➸ Your pov ➸
"Dean, pass me the ketchup." You mutter to Dean as you rub your hand over your sore wrist, you think you fractured it.
"Sure." He grabs the diner's ketchup near him and passes it over to you. You take it from him and your hands touch each other a little bit and you let it linger for a little longer. You then pull away and pour it onto your plate near your fries. You stare sadly at your BLT because you're not hungry. You weren't hungry since you almost got Dean, Sam and yourself killed on the hunt you guys were just at.
Then when Dean started yelling at you for being immature and not taking the job seriously you were almost in tears. (You hated to get Dean angry.) You stormed off to the Impala and refused to talk to anyone. After trying to talk to you for 10 minutes they finally gave up and left you along. They drove to a local diner thinking a good plate of food and a chocolate shake will get you talking was a good idea but didn't work.
You still decided that you would get food to make it seem that you are okay with them. But you are now even regretting ever becoming a hunter. The Winchesters are legends and being able to work with them is a miracle and especially without you dying from working with them for so long.
You pick up a fry and begin to munch on its crispiness with some ketchup on it. The blonde bomb shell waitress, Daphne, comes back and gives a show for the boys with her boobs. You wrinkle your nose in disgust but envy her because of her beauty.
"Would you boys like anything else?" She asks the boys and you clear your throat to tell her you're here too. "And gal?" She says annoyed but continues to look at the boy and looks past you.
"I'll take another beer and some pie." Dean says with a wink to the waitress and your heart breaks a little more. You've had the biggest crush on Dean since you heard about him when you went to Ellen's and Jo's Roadhouse. And when you meet him on a hunt you thought the rumor of his handsomeness didn't do him justice.
"We got cherry, apple or pecan."
"I'll take a piece of pecan then." He says then looks down at his phone as he gets a text from someone.
"I'll take another water." Sam lifts his head to say to the waitress then returns to looking at his computer. Daphne writes the drinks the boys want and then looks at you with an irritated look in her caked on face.
"And for you sweetie?" She sneers out in the end but Dean and Sam don't notice to busy with their devices.
"I'm alright but thank you." You say politely and take a small sip of your still almost full milkshake.
She leaves after that to go get the boys drinks. Sam has a already finished his salad and Dean just finish his burger. He will now eat an apple pie but you just can't wait for lunch to be over so you can just roll up into a ball.
When the waitress came back she has the pie, beer and water in hand. She comes over to our table an as she sets down the beer she "trips" and spills Dean's pie and Sam's water all over you. The water soaks your white shirt and hair all the way that it looks like your at a wet T-shirt contest. The pie turns your hair and clothes into a pink tint.
You let out a frustrated scream and try to wipe some of the pie and water out of your eyes. You stand up quickly from the booth and stomp out of the diner to the outside. Hopefully when your out their you'll get some fresh air.
Tears start to flow down your face and you just wish to go to sleep and never wake up from your dreams.
➸ Dean's pov ➸
I have noticed a change in y/n demeanor since the hunt. Okay maybe I shouldn't have yelled at her but I just didn't want her to get hurt. Its bad enough I hate just having her in on the hunts. If I had it my way she wouldn't hunt another day for the rest of her life but it's her life choices and she's old enough to make them.
I have had a crush on y/n since I meet her. When I saw her take down three vampires on one hunt, the hunt I meet her on, I knew she was something special. She is one of the most badass hunters I heard about. Yes, I have heard of the famous y/n l/n before when I was in bars getting a beer.
We made a good team. All of us me, her and Sammy. Us against the world. Us against the supernatural.
I eat the last of my hamburger and started to eat my fries. I causally look up from my plate to look across the table. Y/n and Sammy are sharing a booth while I have the one side all to myself. Sam has all his stuff spread out for the case we're on, pagan god.
But that's besides the point, the point is that she is not touching her food other then playing with it or eating tiny slivers from the BLT. And she usually devours her food without a question. She has been drinking the chocolate shake thought but that's not food. I'm beginning to worry that she toke my yelling a little to harsh.
"Dean, pass me the ketchup." She says in her tender soft voice and it's like a melody in a song only I know.
"Sure." I pass her the bottle and our fingers slim each other's. Goosebumps go up my arm and my fingers that touched yours are now tingling. I didn't want the feeling to end so I let my hand stay there longer than it needed to be. She pulled away and then starts to put it near her uneaten fries. She has a slight blush but began to see a little bit of her french fries.
"Would you boys like anything else?" I lift my head from y/n's beautiful face and see whatever-her-face-is waitress talking to me or to the people at the table. Y/n clears her throat and then the waitress looks at y/n. "And gal?"
"I'll take another beer and some pie." I say with a wink to her and the waitress starts to blush.
"We got cherry or apple."
"I'll take a piece of apple pie then." My phone vibrates in my pocket and I fish it out to see it's Charlie texting me.
Charlie: Hey, how's Y/n?
Me: Fine why?
"I'll take another water." I hear Sam say before some clinking of keyboard keys being pressed on.
"And for you sweetie?" The waitress asks y/n and I get another text from Charlie.
Charlie: You know how she has a Twitter?
Me: What's that? Is that a porn site or something?
Charlie: It's a social media site, but anyway she has one and she tweeted something weird on there this morning.
Me: Should I even ask why you know her last tweet?
Charlie: we're friends.
"I'm alright but thank you." Y/n say politely to the waitress and I lift my head up to see her sip some of her chocolate milk shake.
The waitress then leaves to get my pie and beer and Sammy's water.
Me: So what did she tweet?
Charlie: She tweeted, Having some mixed feelings about someone I'm close to.
Me: So?
Charlie: So, it's obviously about you Dean!
Why me? She doesn't like me
Charlie: Or it could be Sam. But it's obviously you Dean.
I lift my head up in time to see the waitress spill my pie and Sam's water all over y/n. The waitress placed my beer down thank god so she didn't get hit on the head. The water and pie soaks and stains y/n's shirt. Y/n let out a scream and rush out of the diner. As she slams the door behind her I quickly get up out of the booth and rush out after her.
When I make it through the diner's door I see y/n hunched over the Impala's hood. She has her hands covering her face and her shoulders are shaking. You must be crying. I walk over to y/n and place my hand on her shoulder. She throws, more like slap, my hand away.
"Leave me alone, Dean!" Y/n yells at me and return back to crying in her hands, but harder this time. "Why can't you just leave me alone?" She yells at me through her hands.
"Y/n, come here." I bring her into my arms and hug her tight. She tries to break away by hitting me, but I hold her tight so she can't leave me. She starts crying on my shoulder and I stroke her head trying to soothe her.
"Why are you helping me?" Y/n chokes out while she continues to cry.
"Because I care for you, y/n."
"You do?" She lifts her head off of my shoulder and I nod. Her eyes are glistening from the tears she has cried.
"I care about you a lot." I say and what Charlie said still drifts in the back of my mind. "More then how I care about Sam."
"That's how I feel about you Dean." Y/n says and I have a whiplash moment.
"What? You do?" I say in a disbelief voice and she nods. She wraps her arms around my neck and smile. Some tears still run down her face as your smile.
"Yeah I have, for a long time. Since the first time we met. At Ellen and Jo's Roadhouse."
"Since that long? I knew I'd like you since I head your name." She blushes and hides it in the crook of my neck.
"I'm just glad the feelings mutual." Y/n mutters out in a breath and I can feel her smile against my skin. She then lifts her head out of my neck and then look into my eyes. Her y/e/c eyes stare into my green ones and then she kisses me. I've always wondered what Y/n's lips would taste like and they taste like pie, apple pie to be exact.
After kissing each other till we couldn't breathe anymore we break away to get a breath of air. Y/n smiles and I lay my forehead on her forehead. We both hear clapping and behind us is Sam. He's smiling and I give him a bitch face.
"Finally, the two lover birds kissed! I thought I'd have to see Cupid himself poke you two in the butt before you fond out you guys liked each other." Sam exclaims and walks back into the diner. We both turn to each other and then smile thinking the same thing. We leaned in and started kissing each other all over again.
➸ Sorry for the delay my readers! I've been very sick over the last three days and haven't been able to be well enough to write anything except a little here and there. So here's to wealllose who made a request for this. Hope you enjoyed it love! Requests open!