“Wanna go wash baby?” A smile came on his face, answering my question silently.
“Okay, crap. You clean this car twice a week, how can she be this…nasty?” Dean laughed and shook his head. Once we were finished, Dean took a shower, during it, I put a word on the door saying “I like your smile”, one on the ground, “I like your vibe”, one on his flannel, “I like your style” and one on the bed “but that’s not why I love you.”
The next day it was Dean who woke me up, hugging me tight. “Thank you sweetheart.” I didn’t answered, I just hugged him back. I have no idea how long we’ve been there, but all I know is when Dean left my room, he had a smile on his face, a smile that wasn’t unseen by Sam.
“What have you done to the poor man, Y/N? He’s going to get stuck smiling like that!” I laughed and playfully punched Sam’s arm. “More seriously, I don’t know what you did, but thank you. It’s been a while since I haven’t seen him smile this way, and it was way before mom left us again, so thank you, so much.” I look at Sam and smile. “ I just started, Sammy.”
The after noon while Sam and Dean went to the grocery store, I put once again little words everywhere. “I like the way you drive Baby”, “I like the way you will always protect Sammy and I.”, “I like your laugh.”, “I like your eyes.” and finally the last one in the middle of the bed, “But that’s not why I love you.”
When it was time to go to bed, I took a shower, when I got back to my room, Dean was sitting on my bed, all the little words in his hands, looking at them. Yet, he didn’t even saw I was there. “Dean?” He finally looked at me, eyes filled with tears. I sigh and go in front of him, hugging him, and him holding on to me like his life depended on it.
“It’s gonna be okay. I’m here, D. I’m right here, not ready to leave.” I sat on my bed and looks in his eyes, I rest my hand on his cheek.
“What did I do to deserve someone as good as you in my life? It’s like you’re too good to be true…” My eyes got wide open for a second, I rest my other hand on his other cheek, forcing him to look at me. “Hey do you feel me, right now?” He nods. “I’m right here Dean, all of this is real, you deserve to be loved Dean.” His hands where on my legs, holding them tight. “Do you need me?” he nods. “Well I’m right here, Dean.”
This night, Dean slept with me, his arms around my waist, holding me tight like he was afraid I was going to leave him, like everyone in his life ever did.
The next day, I woke up before him, so I decided to keep going on my plan. I put little words where I was sleeping. “You’re so beautiful”,