#model!dean x reader

“Wow,” said Dean as you stepped out of the hotel bathroom. “Wow, sweetheart.”

“Is it bad?” you asked. He shook his head and stepped over with a big smile.

“It’s amazing. You look beautiful and hot and sexy and I just want to take that dress right off of you,” he chuckled.

“Considering the amount of time Carla spent finding this for me, I think she’d kill you,” you said. “How’s my back look?”

“As beautiful as the rest of you,” he said, touching a hand to your bare skin. It was an open back dress and far more risqué than you had any right to be wearing. Dean trailed his fingers over the faded scars covering the skin there. “I packed the emergency dress just in case.”

“Thank you,” you said with a smile. “But I’m okay. I love this dress and if your model friends have a problem with my scars, then fuck them.”

“That’s my girl,” he said, kissing your cheek. “I can’t wait to show you off.”

“Or we could skip this agency party thing and go to a nice dinner instead and then come back here and get naked?” you said.

“That is incredibly tempting but we flew all the way out here for Carla,” he said.

“I know,” you sighed.

“It’ll be okay. I promise.”

“Y/N, is that you?” said Carla when you got to the party. “Dean must be drooling.”

“Yes, he is,” you laughed, getting a hug from her, Dean getting his own.

“How you doing babe? Getting along with your parents? That goes for both of you,” she said.

“Yes, mom,” teased Dean. “It’s been pretty good. Y/N’s parents gave her her trust fund back. With interest.”

“To which we promptly decided to leave it be for kids and future weddings and all that stuff. Dean and I have plenty between our jobs,” you said.

“Well I’ve never worried about you two and money. So you’re doing better with your parents still?” asked Carla.

“Yeah. It’s a little awkward sometimes still. They grovel a little bit,” you said.

“They’re trying their best,” said Dean. “Excuse me ladies, I think I see a friend over there.”

“How’s he and his dad really doing? It’s like pulling teeth sometimes,” she said.

“John is going to Dr. Bram every other week,” you said.

“Really?”

“Yeah. John’s got a whole bunch of crap he’s gone through apparently. He’s still not a fan of going but he does it for Dean,” you said.

“It sounds like things are calming down for you two finally,” she said.

“Hopefully. We could do with some quiet,” you said.

“I take it you haven’t started wedding planning yet then,” she teased.

“My mom is looking at professional planners for us so that’s a joy,” you said.

“Want me to say anything?” she asked.

“No mom,” you laughed. “I’ll calm her down if she gets too wound up. Dean and I love each other. There’s no need to rush into a wedding.”

“A wedding is honestly just another day in your relationship, sweetie. It’s a very happy day where you celebrate your love for each other with friends and family. But in the end, it’s a day. You love him and the babe is head over heels in love with you. You’re young. Take the time to make it what you want it to be,” she said.

“Do you think I’ll ever get to the point where my mom would say something like that?” you asked.

“I think so. Dean and his father...I thought about coming to pay John a visit more than once and give him a piece of my mind. But now, they seem to be healing that relationship. I’m sure if you’re patient with them, you’ll get there.”

“I hope so,” you said.

“Well when I met you, you never would have been caught dead in a dress like that,” she said. “I think you got this.”

“Well the scars on my face and arms and chest are gone,” you said.

“Your back is actually not what I was expecting,” she said.

“I got a better scar cream,” you smiled. “A whole lot cheaper than laser surgery.”

“Dean ever offer to pay? He can plenty afford it,” she said.

“He brings it up now and again. He makes so much he doesn’t need. He just puts it out there that he would help if I choose to get rid of the rest,” you said. “A majority of the time though, the only person who ever seems them is Dean though so it doesn’t matter. I tell him to put the money towards something he wants.”

“Looks like what he wants right now is you to come save him,” she said, Dean looking like he was pleading with you to get over there. You walked over with a smile, Dean easing a little as you stopped at his side.

“So is this the farm girl that you gave up Calvin Klein for?” said a guy in a white suit, the other guy with them walking away.

“Down girl,” said Dean when you opened your mouth. “This is Kyle.”

“I think she was ready to tear my throat out,” laughed Kyle. “Nice to finally meet you.”

“Dean doesn’t speak kindly of many of his model friends. But Kyle Kendricks is always okay with me,” you said.

“I told you I’d win her over,” said Kyle.

“Yeah well you’re a loser so it’s not too hard,” chuckled Dean.

“I don’t think those pictures Dean posts of you did you justice, Y/N,” he said.

“Always a suck up,” you said. “Hey, how’d that shoot for the baby food go?”

“Didn’t happen. Super weird. I was ready to sign the contract and everything and apparently the owners themselves said they got somebody else in mind,” he said.

“Was it Gerber?” asked Dean.

“Nah, the other one,” he said. “I don’t have the new dad look they were going for.”

“Considering you do alcohol commercials, probably not,” teased Dean. 

“You been keeping him out of trouble lately?” asked Kyle.

“I do my best...unless of course I’m the one causing it.”

“You should come visit us sometime. We got great barbecue,” said Dean.

“I’m on a diet,” grumbled Kyle.

“Why?” you asked. 

“Calvin Kline contract is going up soon. Michael Reyburn is apparently more trouble than he’s worth,” said Kyle. Dean nodded and Kyle gave him a smile. “Dude I know it was your gig and-“

“I had it for all of five seconds,” he said. “It’s a lot of money if you can swing it. Just be careful bud.”

“Maybe I’ll stick with beer,” he said, getting a tap on the shoulder from a man. “I’ll talk to you guys later.”

“The way you described him you would think the man has a pocket protector and grandpa pants,” you said.

“Kyle’s a nerd. We always stuck together. That other guy was Jack Bilson. He’s besties with Reyburn so-“

“Also a dick. Good to know,” you said. “So how long do we have to be here?”

“An hour tops. I promise.”

“Well hello,” said a deep voice. You spun around from where you were eating a tiny piece of lobster on a cracker, the man chuckling at you. “That is a hell of a dress.”

“Thanks,” you said, your mouth full.

“You’re Dean Winchester’s charity case, right? Or maybe he’s yours.”

“I can see why they’re going with another model, Michael. Must be pretty hard to fill out those shorts with what you’re packing,” you said, getting a few laughs out of people close by.

“Sweetie you ought to see what a real man is like.”

“Then why the hell am I talking to you?”

“Never been with someone who looks like they beat a lawnmower in a fight,” he said. You smiled and glanced down, grabbing another snack and popping it in your mouth. “Do you ever stop eating?”

“Michael. Try therapy for why ever it is you’re so angry and leave me and Dean the Hell alone,” you said.

“Said the freak show,” he said.

“Reyburn,” said Dean as he came over, stepping in front of you. 

“Oh look, fatty’s here,” he said. Dean clenched his fist and you stood between them.

“Kindly apologize and leave,” you said.

He started to laugh and you got in his face.

“I literally pulled myself from a burning car only to then find myself bleeding out on the side of the road. You know what you do when that happens, Michael? You make a decision and I made the decision to shove my own fingers inside my rib cage to squeeze an artery shut. Do you know how much that hurts, Michael? Do you know what it’s like to sit there, putting yourself in excruciating pain just so you have a chance at living? No. No you don’t. I am very good at dealing with shit and that includes you. Now apologize, please, and stay away from him. Or else.”

“I see who wears the pants in the relationship,” said Kyle.

“I see who isn’t in a relationship,” you said. Michael narrowed his eyes and stormed off. You ate another cracker, turning to Dean. “This is so good. You got to try it.”

“You never talk about your accident,” he said.

“Because I don’t remember half of it,” you said. “Come on. He’s a douchebag. I want to go dance with my very handsome fiancé.”

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

“I am so glad to be out of there,” you said when you were back in the hotel room.

“Remind me not to accept next year,” he said, shrugging out of his suit jacket and heading straight into the bathroom.

“You alright?” you called as you stepped out of your heels. You didn’t hear anything and undressed, walking into the bathroom naked and taking your hair out of its bun. “Mr. Winchester…”

“What?” he said grumpily before he spun around.

“What’s wrong, De?” you asked. He looked you over and rested his hand on your right side, tracing over the long scar there.

“You’re beautiful and I can’t defend you because I’m...this,” he said, glancing down at his body.

“I don’t need a man to defend me. He was bullying me and my best friend. I will always stand up for us,” you said. “My handsome and healthy soon to be husband.”

“Why would you even want me?” he asked.

“Because I love you,” you hummed, giving him a smile. He rolled his eyes and turned away.

“I’m gonna shower. You mind?” he asked.

“Alright,” you sighed. You left and went back to the bedroom, changing into a pair of shorts and one of his shirts. You flipped through the room service menu and ordered some fries and a brownie, listening for Dean to be done with his shower.

When it was still going by the time the food got there though, you went back in.

“Dean. I ordered a late night snack if you want some,” you said.

“I’m not hungry, sweetheart,” he said. You sighed and opened up the steamed up shower door. “What the hell?”

“It has been an hour. You never take showers this long unless you’re upset,” you said.

“I’m not upset,” he said. You stared at him and he groaned, turning off the water. He brushed past you for his towel and you rolled your eyes, going back to the room and nibbling at the food. He didn’t say anything as he came in a minute later, taking his clothes with him to the bathroom to change.

“Since when are we shy in front of each other?” you asked. Dean shook his head and went over to his suitcase, folding his suit nicely. “Silent treatment, very mature.”

“What is your problem? I want to be left alone,” he said, shoving the suit down.

“Tough shit,” you said as you knelt up on the bed. “I care about you and right now, I get the feeling I care a hell of a lot more about you than you do yourself so until further notice, I’m in charge.”

“You’re in charge? Of what?” he scoffed.

“Get in the bed.”

“Make me.”

You stared at him, Dean crossing his arms. You stood up and walked over to him, getting in his face.

“You gonna push me?”

“If you don’t want to talk then at the very least you can indulge me and go lay down on the damn bed,” you said.

He glanced down and went back to his suit, fixing it before he went to a side of the bed and sat down. You went right next to him, Dean stiff until you shifted behind him, wrapping your legs and arms around him.

“What are you doing?”

“Hugging you,” you mumbled against his shoulder.

“Do you remember that night I missed our date? I went to Dr. Bram’s and was a complete mess?” he asked.

“I remember you had a bad night,” you said. He put one of his hands over yours and held onto your arms.

“Part of that night was because of the model that got the contract after me. Reyburn. He made some nasty comments. I thought I was over it but apparently not,” he said.

“Dean. Yes, Michael Reyburn is a physically fit person and yes he is physically attractive. He’s also a horribly ugly person. He’s disgusting and mean. You on the other hand are the kind of person that made someone like me, someone so beaten down from a lifetime of crap, feel happy and beautiful and loved. You’re the most attractive person I’ll ever meet, Dean. The way you look on the outside, everything else, that’s just a bonus, De.”

He looked over his shoulder at you, peeling your arms away so he could turn and kiss you.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled.

“S’okay,” you said. You ran your fingers through his short strands, Dean curling into the touch. “They had cheese fries. I got them just for you.”

“I really should watch what I eat,” he said.

“You had a salad for lunch and we skipped dinner. I say it’s okay, Dean,” you said. “It’s got bacon-“

“That should have been your opener, sweetheart,” he chuckled. You gave him another kiss and hug before you let him go to the table and bring over the food. “I’m sorry Michael was such a pig to you.”

“Well he sounds like he has his own issues to work out,” you said. “Forget him. I also had a great idea while you were in the shower.”

“What’s that?”

“Instead of flying home, want to do a road trip? Hit up some of those places you see on the food channel on our way back?” you asked.

“So no flight and awesome food? I’m sold,” he said. “What about work?”

“I have a lot of unused vacation time. It’ll be fun. We’ve both been busy lately,” you said. “What do you say?”

“I say I’m going to marry a little genius,” he said. He kissed your nose and started to eat, the two of you quiet for a while, your head leaning on his shoulder when you finished. “Y/N.”

“Mhm?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Dean.”

“Dean,” I heard mom say as I tried to slip back into my boots. “Dean, sweetie-”

“I have to go,” I said, too harsh but I could already hear him walking down the hall. “Thanks for lunch.”

“You’re 30, Dean. Why won’t you grow up and get a real job?” said dad. I didn’t say a word, finishing tieing up one boot by the time he was standing right in front of me. “Look at me.”

“I have to go,” I repeated, working on the other shoe, standing upright when I finished, dad just looking at me with that same face he always did. Disappointment. Failure. Worthless. Weak. Not a man, just a child. Selfish. Stupid.

I grabbed my jacket and held onto the anger. Anger would stop any emotion from coming out. Oh, I forgot how pathetic he surely felt I was because I went to a therapist.

“If you’re going to be staying in Lawrence, get a real job, Dean,” he said.

“Or what? You’ll disown me again?” I snapped. He scoffed and shook his head, going out to the garage, slamming the door.

“Dean, you know he loves you-”

“Does he? I know he loves Sammy. He doesn’t look at Sammy like he’s ashamed of his existence,” I said. Her face dropped, mouth open but I knew she wouldn’t know what to say. She’d been stuck in the middle of this for years. “I got to go. I’m not going to do anything stupid because I know that’s what you’re thinking, mom.”

I pulled on my jacket and left before she got in another word.

Work. I could dive headfirst into work and that would take the edge off. It’s what had been working whenever things got tense for the past few weeks. Granted it hadn’t been as bad as today but work would be good for this.

A few emails in and there was a text from Carla that popped up.

*What is going on with you and Michael Reyburn? He’s all over your instagram*

I quickly went to my page, a text popping up again.

*Don’t look at the comments. Dean, honey. Please don’t.*

Too late for that.

I met Michael at the audition day for the Calvin Klein contract. There were about five or so guys they asked to come in and do some test shoots. Michael thought he had it in the bag, openly making comments about the rest of us. I knew I was the least fit out of the five of us. Three were absolutely shredded, one guy looked a bit in between and then there was me, healthy and everything but there wasn’t definition, not really.

I also didn’t want to spend all of my free time in a gym and could string a sentence together like an adult so there was that.

Oh and the even better part had been the fact that we were stuck in skin tight boxer briefs, mine a size too small, all of ours were, showing off every single thing. There was no shame in that department and there was no reason to be but that just was another thing the guy had decided to rip on the rest of us over.

Apparently he’d been their new pick after I lost the contract and he was bragging about it on every single post I’d ever made.

Fat. Idiot. Biggest stomach he’d ever seen. Junk looked like he’d been fixed like a dog. Fatass. Loser. Paid his way into getting the contract. Was a little bottom bitch boy. Probably never been laid in his life. Paid his ex girlfriends to go out with him. Friendless. Fat, again. Fucked up freak.

New girl was going to dump his ass the second she realized the money stopped coming, saw what was under my shirt, under my pants. Point and laugh she would. I should break things off and save her the time. But I was too fucking stupid to even hold a conversation so that would be too difficult for me.

Oh and I was wannabe little virgin slut that his daddy didn’t love enough.

Well, Michael had gotten one part right at least.

*Dean, respond to me. NOW.*

*I’m fine Carla. I’m busy with emails and I got a date with Y/N later. Relax.*

*I know you saw and none of what he said is true, Dean.*

*I’m fine.*

She texted a few more times but I stopped responding. Yeah, logically, none of it was true. Except for dad. No, he loved me. But did he? I knew it wasn’t the same as Sammy. It’d never been the same. I was different. He loved me but it was less than Sammy. I knew that, I’d known for a long time. Yeah, that wasn’t new, nothing to get worked up over.

But it was true. And I wasn’t fit like the other guys. I had a tummy. That was okay though. That wasn’t news either. I wasn’t good enough for a lot of stuff but still, that was alright.

“Stop it,” I mumbled to myself, tossing my phone onto my bed, climbing on top of it, tucking my knees up to my chest. “Don’t let this shit...you have dealt with way fucking worse, Winchester. You’ve been called worse than that.”

Maybe it only bothers me so much because it’s true…

“Stop it,” I said again, squeezing my eyes shut. Count. Dr. Bram says got to count when it gets like this. I took a deep breath, trying to count them. I wonder if Y/N got like this...no, no. She was normal. She wasn’t fucked up. She was amazing and maybe she went to Dr. Bram too but so had Sam and those two were both normal people. I was the one that was pathetic and crying on his bed in his brother’s house.

She was going to realize she made a mistake, wasn’t she? Maybe that’s what she was going to do on our date. Break things off. She had enough problems to deal with besides having a worthless boyfriend on top of it. She needed to focus on herself, not me. She was too nice though, wanted to probably have it happen after a nice meal. A clean break for herself. Get rid of the pain in the ass she’d been unfortunate enough to wind up with.

But she was my girl. I...she was so easy to talk to...she didn’t look at me like other people did…

She was going to be gone like that and soon too.

“Dean?” said Sam, knocking on my door, pushing it open. I glanced up at him, not realizing it’d gotten so late. He sighed, my gaze going straight down. “De, what happened?”

“I wish I wasn’t so fucked up, Sammy,” I said. He was quiet as he sat down on the bed. He put a hand on my shoulder but the second I flinched, he pulled it back. Oh god. It was a miracle he hadn’t tossed me out yet.

“Dean. What happened?” he asked quietly.

“Nothing. Some model dick online talking trash about getting the contract, just general crap. You know, regular fucked up, Dean,” I said.

“You aren’t fucked up,” he said.

“Funny. I never came home and found you curled up on bed like this,” I said.

“De, stop it. You look bad...like after the fight with dad in the spring. You scared me so much those few days,” he said.

“Should have stopped caring Sammy. Everybody else has,” I said, turning my head away. “Can you call Dr. Bram? See if I can talk to him?”

“Of course, De,” said Sam. He pulled out his phone, didn’t bother to leave the room as he called. He talked quickly, Sam nodding to himself before he hung up. “Do you want me to go over with you? Dr. Bram said he’ll meet you there.”

“No, Sammy,” I said, standing up, grabbing my phone and keys. “I just...I gotta go.”

It was nearly seven when I got to Dr. Bram’s. He was waiting right inside, giving me a smile when I shut the door behind me.

I felt like I was going to throw up.

“Dean, you’re shaking,” he said, quickly walking over and grabbing my arm.

“Scared,” I blurted out, knowing I was looking at him like a terrified child.

“This is a safe place, Dean,” he said. “Can we go sit in my office?”

I nodded, walking with him back there, taking a seat in my normal spot, Dr. Bram leaving the office and doing something in the kitchen. He returned after a moment with a few bottles of cold water, a cup of tea and a large blanket.

“Please,” he said, handing it to me. I didn’t quite understand what he wanted but he held it out to me. I swallowed and took it, Dr. Bram staring at me until I unfolded it and pulled it over my lap. It was heavy, Dr. Bram unscrewing one of the bottles and placing it on the end table next to me.

He moved to the other side of the room and to his desk, grabbing his notebook. He set that down on the coffee table and grabbed his chair, pulling it over to the couch, taking a seat.

“Emergency sessions are a little different than what you’re used to, Dean, so I’ll go over a few things before we get started. Some of these are serious questions but I need you to be truthful with me, alright?” he asked. I nodded, Dr. Bram giving me a smile. “Have you hurt yourself or do you want to?”

“No. I wouldn’t,” I said.

“It’s okay, Dean. I have to ask. Have you taken anything?” he asked. I shook my head. “Okay. The hard questions are over.”

“Those were the easy ones,” I mumbled.

“You’re okay here, Dean. Now, I knew when you walked in what the answers were and I know you but I had to know. Now this is still an emergency session and we got different rules like I said. There is no time limit. We stay as long as we need to. Don’t look at the clock. I can’t force you to stay but I don’t want you to go until I feel you’ll be alright. Okay?”

I nodded, running my hands over the blanket.

“That’s a weighted blanket. It helps some people calm down. Some people just like having a blanket for nights like this. If you end up liking it, I can order you one,” he said.

“Y/N has one like this,” I said, glancing at him.

“She recommended it to me actually after she researched them. I have some other patients that now use them,” he said.

“Isn’t it expensive?” I asked.

“Like I said, emergency sessions are different, Dean. You can use my private bathroom off to the side and if you want something to eat, just let me know and we’ll order it,” said Dr. Bram.

“Okay,” I said quietly, grabbing the blanket, pulling it up a little.

“Want to tell me why you’re so scared, Dean?” he asked softly. I closed my eyes, rubbing my hands against my thighs. “Why are you afraid of me, Dean?”

“Because you’ve never seen me like this,” I breathed out. “I barely pulled myself together so I could drive over here and I know it’s going to break really soon.”

“Have I ever judged you?” he asked.

“I know you say you don’t but you must,” I said dryly. “I’m your longest patient. I’m such a fuck up. I’m a grown man that still needs to come here. How do you not judge me? Of course you do. Even if you don’t think I’m pathetic, you either pity me or feel sorry for me.”

“I went to therapy as a child, Dean,” he said with a smile. I blinked at him, Dr. Bram smiling still. “I know how scary it is to sit on that side of the room. I do not judge you, Dean. I judge none of my patients. You all have different problems, different experiences, different lives. But none of you are judged. But some of you, my long term patients...you especially, Dean, I root for you. I hope that someday these burdens and demons you carry in you can get quiet. You are not weak or pathetic. You are my longest patient I’ve ever had, yes. Watching you grow has made me very proud, Dean. Sam informed me after you left that you made the decision yourself to come here tonight, no prompting from him. That’s an incredibly brave thing to do, Dean and I’m proud of you for making that decision.”

I stared at him, Dr. Bram grabbing his cup of tea and taking a sip.

“Fuck,” I whispered, the heat building in my face. Of fucking course he had to go all Dr. Bram and say something nice, something that broke that wall down.

“Are you still afraid of me, Dean?” he asked. I shook my head, Dr. Bram giving me a nod. “Okay. Why don’t you start at the beginning, tell me what all of this is about?”

“I see,” said Dr. Bram when I finished telling him about the fight with dad at lunch and the other model and then all the thoughts that had been floating around my head, especially about Y/N. “Has Y/N said anything to make you think these thoughts have any basis?”

“I...she’s so nice, Dr. Bram. She’d never say anything mean. She’s just going to break it off. We were supposed to be on a date tonight. I wouldn’t be surprised if were through already,” I said, closing my eyes. We were over just like that and I didn’t even get to say goodbye. It was probably for the best. I’d end up making a fool of myself. She didn’t want to see that. She didn’t want the screwed up-

Dr. Bram and I both popped up our heads when his computer made a loud pinging noise. He quickly stood up and pointed for me to stay, exiting the room. Someone had come in the front door, a bit of shuffling going on outside before Dr. Bram returned and shut the door.

He took a seat again with a smile.

“Y/N’s here,” he said gently. “She’s concerned for you. She’s going to stay out in the waiting area in the event you want her.”

“What?” I said, Dr. Bram leaning forward in his seat.

“Your girlfriend is concerned for you and she’s going to be here for you as long as you need her,” he said. “She’s here for you, Dean.”

“That’s not...she’s going to break up with me,” I said, shaking my head.

“No, no she’s not, Dean,” he said. “She’s here because she cares about you. I think that’s a very special girl you have.”

“But…” I said, taking a deep breath. It was quiet in the room for a long time, Dr. Bram not pushing anything, letting me get it all out of my system. He moved to sit on the couch, rubbing up and down my back when I nodded it was alright. It took awhile before I felt too tired to be upset anymore, Dr. Bram forcing me to drink some water when I finished.

“I was so wrong,” I breathed out, voice hoarse, throat scratchy and burning. “How could I be so fucking wrong?”

“Our heads get funny sometimes. It happens to all of us. You had a very difficult day, Dean,” he said.

“But if I was so wrong about Y/N, how can I believe that-”

“Dean, it’s been quite a few years since we’ve talked regularly. Back then you were still in high school. I think if you’re comfortable, talking about your previous relationships might help me help you,” said Dr. Bram. I nodded and took a deep breath. “It can be girlfriends, just a date, anything you think is important.”

“I met this girl like three days into when I moved to LA. She was older, probably 25. Cute girl but way too much makeup. I was naive though. She ended up taking me back to her place for a hookup. I didn’t really like it, that wasn’t what I was taught, you know? But that’s all she wanted and like I said, I was 18 and stupid. When I was leaving, she made a comment about...my body. Like it was good but I’d have to get it better because my pretty face would only get me so far there.

“I did the hookup thing on and off for awhile. I always got this reaction of like wow, you’re great at sex but it’s a shame you don’t have abs. Like what the hell does that have to do with just having a little fun? So I started to wear a shirt whenever I did that stuff and it got fun again,” I said.

“Sex is a very vulnerable thing, especially with a person you don’t know well. You realize you were trying to hide yourself,” said Dr. Bram.

“Yeah. I sort of stopped doing the hookup stuff because first off, I didn’t ever like it, I wanted a relationship like a normal person. But then I was thinking, relationships are so much more than just physical. So I eventually found this girl when I was 22, another model, and we started dating,” I said. “She was probably my first girlfriend I had for more than a few weeks.”

“How’d that go?” he asked.

“She broke it off when I wasn’t buying stuff for her,” I said with a smirk. “I thought for a long time that I was just bad at being a boyfriend. Of course I should have bought her presents every once in while, that was normal, right? Next girlfriend abused the hell out of that and I broke it off when I started to understand she just wanted my money. That’s what it turned into, they either wanted sex or money or arm candy to show off. But they always reminded me that they could have a better looking guy if they wanted, I always got that. Then earlier this year I met a girl at events a few times and started to hang out. I was really trying the friend thing with her and she seemed into that too. I figured out she was playing along later on but it was nice to try and have that kind of relationship first. We got together eventually because I’m getting older and I thought time to stop fucking things up and grow up. She moved in pretty fast and then she cheated on me.

“That hurt and we fought and I tried to explain why that really, really hurt and I opened up to her about stuff, stuff like dad and therapy and old girlfriends and how that I couldn’t just get over it like she wanted me to. She told me I was a freak and I kicked her ass out and didn’t look back. That was when I called home and got in that fight with dad and Sammy came out to stay with me in the spring,” I said. “The rest I guess you know.”

“I see,” said Dr. Bram. He leaned back in his chair, glancing at the door to his office, giving it a small smile. “Y/N is not like those other women I hope you can see.”

“She came here. For me,” I said quietly. “No one else would have ever done that.”

“She treats you with the respect you deserve and from what you said, you haven’t been shown that before. It’ll take time for you to get comfortable with a relationship like this, Dean. As you said, you’ve always hidden part of yourself away before, you weren’t vulnerable with your partners. This is different, isn’t it,” he said.

“I’m scared she’ll want to get rid of me when she realizes I’m not as strong as she thinks I am,” I said.

“I don’t think you should be,” he said. “I saw it in her face tonight. Weakness did not cross her mind. She simply wants to support her partner as you’ve done for her.”

“This is too much,” I said. “It’s too much to put on her.”

“Things like this are how we learn if our partners are going to care for us the way we need them to. People are not perfect and no relationship is, Dean. But they can be good, very good, if we open ourselves up and try. Yes, Y/N could hurt you, she could hurt you very badly. She could also be the one that gives you that care and affection you’ve been starved of,” he said.

“What if she says no?” I asked.

“What if she says yes?” said Dr. Bram softly. “We both know she’s still here and it’s been a very long time. You already know the answer, Dean. Just be the brave man I know you are and allow it to happen.”

I shut my eyes and sighed, slumping back into the couch.

“I think you’re ready to go home and get some rest,” said Dr. Bram. “You need to eat some food and drink something when you do.”

“Can Y/N take me? I’m too tired to drive,” I said, the sudden urge to just fall asleep forever hitting me.

“I’m sure she would love to. It’s probably a good idea if you stay with her tonight too,” he said.

“Okay,” I mumbled.

“You’ll be alright, Dean. I promise.”

I knew I was zoning as Y/N drove, not paying much attention to anything. She was concerned but...there was no judgement there. She was so kind and good and the fact she really wanted to stay with me put more than a few things at ease. I smiled a little when I realized she was walking to the front door without her hat, that Sammy would see her scar. She was so brave. I could try being brave like that too.

The rest of the night I let her move me around, tell me where to sit, what to do, what to eat. It was nice for a moment to not have to worry and let her take care of me. She cared so much. She was better than those other women. I’d always known that but...she was never going to care about my body, about looks or money or any of that.

I didn’t deserve her, never would. But I didn’t have to be so afraid of her running away.

“Sh,” she shushed me in bed, my face tucked into the crook of her neck, so exhausted, her body warm and soft beside me. Her fingers ran through my hair gently and I nuzzled into a few times, Y/N holding me close.

I could fall apart and she was still there.

“Dean,” said Sam, tossing a pillow in his direction from where they sat on the couch. Dean barely flinched, instead shoving it behind his back and keeping his gaze on the TV. “Alright, dude. Something’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong,” said Dean, crossing his arms, trying to focus on the show.

“Yeah. Obviously,” said Sam, rolling his eyes.

“Don’t go Dr. Bram on me, Sammy. I’m fine,” said Dean.

“You got away with that excuse my whole life. Shit’s different now. I know you don’t go regularly anymore so if I see you acting funny, I’m gonna call you out on it,” said Sam. “Did your trip with Y/N not go good?”

“No. It was amazing. I mean the plane part sucked but it was really incredible,” said Dean.

“...well did you have a fight or something before she left for her work conference this week?” asked Sam.

“No. I made her breakfast and dropped her off at the airport yesterday. I just talked to her on the phone half hour ago and she sounded good. She’s been doing really good too lately. You’ve seen her. She doesn’t even think twice about wearing short sleeve shirts anymore,” said Dean.

“If it’s not Y/N then what is it?” asked Sam.

“It is Y/N,” said Dean with a shrug. “It’s just…I love her.”

“Kind of totally obvious dude,” teased Sam.

“No, Sammy. I mean, I really really love her. I know...part of me always knew from the start but...she’s my person, Sam. You know I‘m...you know how my head is and Y/N made me feel like I’m not treading water anymore. You kept me from drowning in it and it’s like she’s the one that pointed out if I just stand up I’d be okay and I won’t drown. It’s not a dig on you, I just-“

“You love her,” said Sam with a smile. “S’okay Dean. I love my new sister too and not just because of what she’s done for you.”

“Yeah,” said Dean, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t want to screw it up though. I’m freaking terrified of screwing it up.”

“She’s sort of hopelessly in love with you too, Dean,” said Sam, laughing as he relaxed back into the couch, still watching Dean carefully. “Oh. You want to propose.”

Dean only felt a slight heat in his cheeks as he looked at his younger brother, giving a careful nod.

“You’ve been dating about what, five months?” asked Sam.

“About that. I’m not gonna like, go ask this weekend or anything,” said Dean. “But I know I want to and that someday I will and I don’t…”

“Want to screw it up?” asked Sam. Dean hummed, Sam smiling at him. “How exactly could you screw it up?”

“I say the wrong thing or do the wrong thing or I ask and it’s too soon or I ask and she flat out says no and if she says no then I swear to god I’m calling off all dating forever and-“

Sam stood up and walked out of the family room and into Dean’s kitchen, finding a mug with a cute wolf on it and making some hot chocolate. He shoved it in Dean’s hands, staring at him until he took a sip.

“I don’t have a lot of experience in serious relationships but I don’t think there’s a right and wrong time for any of this crap. You tell her I love you when you love her. You moved in like a month a half ago and you’re even closer, not farther apart. You do stuff when it feels right, not on a timetable. I mean, is she your best friend?” asked Sam.

“Yeah,” said Dean. “Duh.”

“Well she’s yours and best friends want each other to be happy. So instead of thinking of it as worst case for you, ask yourself...would you want your best friend to marry someone they weren’t completely in love with?” asked Sam.

“No,” said Dean with a smile. “I want her to be happy, whether it’s with me or someone else.”

“So stop worrying because she knows that’s the kind of guy you are and you do make her happy. She’s gonna say yes, whenever you do decide to ask,” said Sam.

“You drop any hints about this-“

“I won’t. I promise,” said Sam. “Better now you got that off your chest?”

“A little. There’s another issue actually…”

Two Months Later

“Hey, Dr. Bram,” said Dean, popping his head in his office. He’d only been one other time since his joint session with Y/N and saw the slight concern on the doctor’s face at his out of the blue phone call.

“Dean,” said Dr. Bram, giving him a smile. “It’s been a while. How are things?”

“Good. I’m good,” said Dean. Dr. Bram shut the door behind him, Dean sitting down in his usual spot, immediately taking some candy from the bowl.

“So what’s up?” asked Dr. Bram, taking a seat in his chair across from Dean.

“I...I’ve asked a few different people about this but I still don’t know the answer,” said Dean.

“Some questions other people can’t answer for you, Dean and you know I’m not going to give you one. I’ll help you lay it all out but I won’t make a decision for you,” he said.

“I know,” said Dean with a shy smirk. “It’s why I wanted to talk to you.”

“So what do you want to talk about?” asked Dr. Bram.

“I want...I’m going to propose to Y/N. I don’t know when but once I figure out how I want to do it, I will,” said Dean.

“That doesn’t sound like a question,” said Dr. Bram with a soft smile. “Before we get to your question, I would like to talk about you proposing since it’s a very large life step.”

“Like what?” asked Dean.

“How many years have I known you, Dean?” asked Dr. Bram.

“About 27,” said Dean.

“So basically your whole life,” he said.

“Basically,” said Dean. “Not sure where you’re going with this…”

“It’s pretty unique. Most therapists don’t deal with a child and then watch that child grow up and turn into a man,” said Dr. Bram.

“Dude. The point you’re making is going way over my head,” said Dean.

“From the moment you walked in this room, correction, were dragged in this room by your parents and took a swing at me…” said Dr. Bram, Dean holding up his hands.

“Hey. Not my fault a 4 year old was tougher than you,” said Dean with a laugh.

“From the moment you walked in this room, Dean, you have been afraid. Afraid of something. Always. Afraid your dad left you in that house fire on purpose. Afraid you weren’t wanted, weren’t worth anything, were second class to everyone else. Afraid you were weak, afraid you were a failure, a disappointment, a son, a person, that wasn’t worthy of love. Even as an adult you were afraid to get close, afraid of pain and rejection, afraid you aren’t good enough. You have been afraid your entire life, Dean,” he said.

“And?” asked Dean.

“And now I see you are hopeful about your future with another person. You are happy and I know whatever you’re about to ask isn’t if you deserve Y/N. You are excited, maybe still a bit afraid but all of us are a little afraid, Dean. We have to live with it though and not let it be the main thing that drives us and I know it’s not driving you anymore,” he said.

“Thanks,” said Dean, giving a nod.

“Okay,” said Dr. Bram with a laugh. “Ask your burning question, Dean.”

“I always thought that if I found the right person for me, I would ask that person’s parents permission to marry them. To be respectful and it’s a bit old fashioned and all that but it was always something I thought I would do. But the relationship Y/N has with her parents, the relationship I have with them...I don’t know what I’m supposed to do,” said Dean. “I want to ask but I’m asking people that don’t respect her and I don’t like how poorly they’ve treated her and if that’s the case then what the hell is the point of asking?”

“If you don’t ask, do you think you’ll regret it?” asked Dr. Bram.

“Maybe. To be honest, I don’t care if they say yes or no because it’s Y/N’s choice, not theirs. I always thought I would do that to be respectful to my potential future in laws,” he said.

“If they said no, would you still ask Y/N to marry you?” asked Dr. Bram.

“Yeah,” said Dean.

“Then this isn’t an issue about respecting your in laws Dean, not really. It’s about you wanting to bridge a gap but you’re afraid to put down the first plank,” he said.

“It’s the right thing to do,” said Dean.

“There is no right thing when it comes to marriage and love, Dean. I know your relationship with Y/N, probably better than most other people in your lives. You have the love and partnership part down. You have respect and friendship. Yes, trying to get along with your partner’s family is important but we both know that this situation is not about Y/N. It’s about you,” said Dr. Bram.

“How is this about me?” asked Dean.

“Y/N’s in the street, minding her own business. Maybe she’s picking up a piece of mail that the wind caught out of her hand. You’re in the driveway washing your car. She bends down to grab it just when you see a car come speeding down the road,” said Dr. Bram.

“I remember this question and I’m giving the same answer I gave for Sammy back in the day,” said Dean.

“The point is you want to protect her,” said Dr. Bram.

“You’re married. You have kids. You’re saying the right answer isn’t-“

“Dean,” said Dr. Bram. “Protecting people you care for is not a crime. It’s generally a perfectly healthy thing and I’m not saying you have an unhealthy need to protect Y/N.”

“Give it to me straight then, would you?” asked Dean.

“Well why are you really asking Y/N’s parents permission to marry their daughter?” he asked.

“I already told-“

“No, you didn’t. You’re not a child and you know I have and will never judge you for a single thing you say in this room and I have seen you in some very bad places, Dean. Just be honest with yourself. Why is it so important to ask?” asked Dr. Bram.

Dean closed his eyes, staring at his lap when he opened them a moment later, grabbing the bottom of his flannel and rubbing his fingers over the hem.

“It’s like you said. I’m afraid,” said Dean. “I’m afraid of fucking up everything. I’m 31 years old and I feel like I’m a stupid kid that can’t grow up.”

“Dean,” said Dr. Bram. “We’re taking a break for two minutes.”

Dean sighed but waited out the two minutes, a lot of the negative comments he wanted to make falling away.

“Now, I will ask again why asking is so important to you and I want a real answer this time,” said Dr. Bram.

“I didn’t get along with my dad. I mean, you know how I thought he felt about me and how I felt about myself and that stuff is so much better now. Honestly. But I guess...do you remember that time I wanted to runaway?” asked Dean.

“Yes. You were eight,” said Dr. Bram. “That wasn’t a fun evening.”

“I remember I had to talk to a cop and another woman,” said Dean.

“You were scaring me that night, Dean. I had to make sure that you were in a safe home,” he said.

“I know. I know that,” said Dean. “Dad was so careful around me for months after that, like he didn’t want to upset me.”

“What about the running away, Dean?” he asked.

“Remember...I had a big fight with Sammy. I don’t even remember what over, probably a toy or a game. The kid was only four after all. I remember him saying he hated me and wished I wasn’t his brother. My mom came in and tried to settle things down but she sided with Sam and I just took that as my whole family hates me and wished I wasn’t around. But it was Monday so it was Dr. Bram night. I got here and thought Dr. Bram is nice. He likes me. Maybe he can help me find a family that I’m good enough for,” said Dean.

“You got better after that night,” said Dr. Bram.

“Because I realized that someday I’d grow up and I could find someone I loved and they’d have a family and their family could be my new one,” said Dean.

“You never told me that,” said Dr. Bram.

“I didn’t want to get anyone in trouble again,” said Dean. Dr. Bram pinched the bridge of his nose, Dean looking away. “Dr. Bram, I swear my parents never-“

“I know. I know your parents love you very much,” said Dr. Bram.

“So I...I think it comes from this little kids dream of that was how I got a new family because surely any girl that loved me was going to come from the nicest people there ever were,” he said. “But in reality, they’re assholes.”

“Do you want a new family?” asked Dr. Bram. “No more Sam, no more Mary or John. No more cousins, aunts, uncles...you’re an adult Dean. You’re allowed to leave them behind if you want.”

“No,” said Dean. “They’re my family.”

“So you don’t want a new one?” he asked.

“I want Y/N in it and she is in it. I want her to be happy in it too,” said Dean.

“It sounds to me like you weren’t addressing the right question,” said Dr. Bram.

“It’s not me finding a new family. It’s me being afraid when I ask her parents if they want to join ours they say no...because I know what it’s like to have a bad relationship with my dad and I know what it feels like now that we’ve fixed it, fixed the bad parts. I want that for her too and I don’t want her to get stuck choosing us or them because they are assholes but I want her to have the option,” said Dean.

“See? You knew the whole time why you really wanted to ask,” said Dr. Bram with a smile.

“You are a dick sometimes,” said Dean, shaking his head at him.

“So now that you know the why you want to ask, I think that will help you figure out if you actually will,” he said. “And that’s five bucks to the swear jar.”

“Five bucks? Y/N gets to swear and she said she’s never had to pay-“

“Swear jar, Winchester,” he said. Dean grumbled as he pulled out his wallet and slapped five bucks down in the table. “Are you feeling better now?”

“Not really,” said Dean. Dr. Bram hummed and stood up, going to his computer.

“Alright, you got the next hour booked too so let’s keep going,” he said as he did something on it.

“But it’s Friday. You only do half days,” said Dean.

“Like I said, let’s keep going.”

One Month Later

Dean had to wait until he had an excuse to travel without Y/N knowing about it. Carla invited her out to LA for a few days for a girls trip up the coast, completely and one hundred percent at Dean’s begging so he’d have a chance to get away. After Carla knew why he wanted it a secret, she was down to help but he felt bad about lying to Y/N.

Still, this was something he needed to do on his own.

The flight to Florida was fast and Dean barely checked into his hotel before he was driving to the Y/L/N’s place. A waterfront gated community on a golf course that oozed money and made Dean’s stomach churn. His jaw dropped when he saw their house and realized Y/N grew up in places like this. For a moment he panicked, thinking he wasn’t good enough, didn’t give her enough but paused like he needed to. Y/N was the same chick that wore ten year old sneakers, the same that shopped at Walmart, the same that used her own money she earned and saved the rest for things like her scar surgery.

God, Dean knew she was getting close to going back to the doctor and making a plan with him. Maybe another month or two at most. She’d found a new scar cream that her insurance covered that worked a lot better than the original one, even the few stubborn ones that never faded blending in more. Plus it acted as a sunscreen which Dean was grateful she’d actually been putting on considering how hot and sunny it’s been that spring.

Dean eventually climbed out of the rental car and walked up to the front door, only slightly surprised when a woman opened the door.

“Mr. Winchester?” she asked. “The Y/L/N’s are on the patio. Lunch will be served shortly. Can I get you anything to drink?”

“A bottle of water is fine,” said Dean, the woman smiling as she lead him through a large main hall that went to the back of the house, Dean pausing when he caught a picture on the wall. “She’s adorable.”

“Ms. Y/L/N always impressed me with how she could be throwing a tantrum over being put in a dress one moment and look like a darling angel in front of the camera in the next,” she said with a smile.

“Are you Miss Abby?” asked Dean, the woman smiling. “Y/N’s mentioned you a few times.”

“Abby, sir,” she said with a laugh.

“Well Abby, I’m just Dean,” he said with a chuckle.

“I like you, Dean,” she said, showing him the bathroom and kitchen, Dean catching glimpses of a few more photos along the way. He could see the smile get a bit more forced as the years went on, so subtle he wasn’t surprised these other people didn’t pick up on it. He was pretty sure no one on earth knew Y/N’s smile like he did. “Mr. Winchester has arrived Mr. Y/L/N.”

“Thank you, Abby,” said Y/N’s father, standing from his patio chair, holding a glass of wine in one hand. “Dean, glad you could make it. Flight down okay?”

“Yeah,” said Dean.

“Y/N mentioned when we were in London you’re not a big fan of it,” he said.

“Not really but shorter flights I’m okay with,” said Dean, getting his bottle of water when Abby returned. “Thanks.”

“Abby, give him some wine and put that water in a glass,” he said, Abby quickly taking it back and walking away. “Sorry about that.”

“I asked for a bottle of water so…” said Dean, forgetting about that battle for the moment. He heard the door open again and watched Y/N’s mom step outside in a nice sundress.

“Hello, Dean,” she said, a little cool, not quite cold and Dean was going to run with it for now. After making idle chit chat about his travel and hotel, Abby returned with three plates full of a nice looking cooked salmon and something on the side even Dean wasn’t sure of. He was quiet as he ate, Y/N’s parents talking about how this was one of their summer houses and had a great view of the ocean from the second floor and a wonderful view of the golf course from the back.

Dean hummed as they talked, watching them point out things in the backyard, poking at the dessert fruit salad Abby brought out after a while. It was a nice home and all but Dean could tell why Y/N had hated most of the houses she grew up in. It just felt cold there.

“So Dean, before we chat your ear off, what brings you down to our neck of the woods? You mentioned wanting to talk to us in person and not to tell Y/N about it?” asked Y/N’s father.

“Yes, I did,” said Dean, sitting forward in his seat. “I would like to marry your daughter.”

“You were not very kind to us last we spoke,” said her father.

“I know. I was attempting to protect Y/N from what I saw as something harmful to her,” said Dean.

“We’re her parents,” said her mom.

“Anyone can screw and make a kid. Being a parent is more than that,” said Dean, getting a glare from them both. “Parents do not go years without seeing their child when they have money out their asses and can afford to stop by and visit. They don’t let other people raise their children. They don’t put their children down. They do not blame their child when they are attacked, especially when it was by someone they trusted. All your daughter ever wanted was to be worth your time, to have some attention and that is not selfish of her. It’s human. You were not good parents to her. Plain and simple, you were not. To be honest, I don’t like either one of you but your daughter loves you so I’m going to try for her.”

“If we’re being honest, Dean, I think you’re abrasive, cocky and think you know everything,” said Y/N’s father. “And the old me probably would have tossed you out the door and said good riddance.”

“But last time we saw you, the only time we’ve met you, I saw how true it was when you said we had to change or lose our daughter. We were losing her far before you showed up,” said Y/N’s mom, her face easing some.

“After England and we came home again, we contacted Dr. Bram. He’s been very successful with Y/N and we asked about getting some help for ourselves,” said Y/N’s dad.

“Yourselves?” asked Dean.

“We’ve been seeing a therapist here for close to three months. Twice a week,” said her mom.

“How’s that?” asked Dean.

“We weren’t big fans at first but we think it’s helping,” she said.

“You could apologize to Abby for how you spoke to her earlier. She asked what I wanted, I told her, and you assumed she was incorrect,” said Dean.

“I will. Abby is very much involved with helping us see mistakes along with other members of staff,” said her father.

“It’s not mistakes. You’re just learning how to be a better person,” said Dean.

“That’s insightful,” said Y/N’s mom.

“It’s a Dr. Bram thing,” said Dean.

“Have you gone with Y/N before?” she asked.

“Once. I’m a patient of his as well, have been since I was a kid,” said Dean. He watched them look at each other, lips parting as Dean lifted his chin. “When I say it’s possible to salvage a relationship with Y/N, I’m speaking from personal experience with my own father. But you two have to try like your life depends on it. I listen when you talk on the phone with her. You talk about yourselves a lot and not so much her. You should ask her about her life more. It means more than you realize.”

“You said you came here to ask permission to marry our daughter yet it sounds like you’re trying to tell us how to be parents,” said Y/N’s dad.

“I just want you to be kind and good to her and if you’re not, stay out of her life. Give her that courtesy. She’s a grown woman. She doesn’t need you to raise her. She just needs you to be there for her when she needs it,” said Dean.

“How exactly do you know that?” he asked.

“I have a father that disowned me about a year ago. Now we have the best relationship we’ve ever had in our entire lives. I know it’s only like that because Y/N said things to him I couldn’t, stood up for me when I couldn’t. She wanted him to realize he was hurting me and when he did, he changed, for me. All I’m trying to do is give that back to her. I want you to be a part of our lives, a part of our family, but only if you actually learn what that means,” said Dean.

“Y/N wasn’t in our plan,” said her father after a long few silent moments, staring out across the golf course. “Kids weren’t. Then she showed up and we were so, so happy. When she got home from the hospital, the nanny changed her diapers. You know, I did not change a single one of my daughter’s diapers. I paid someone to do that because that’s how I grew up, both of us. Throw money at problem you don’t want to deal with. At first we only wanted the good parts, the cute baby stuff, none of the mess. But she got bigger, more complicated and we didn’t know when the good was going to come so we got distant and we are fucking assholes for it. We are exactly the stuck up rich assholes you think we are, Dean.”

“And it’s a little too late to ask for forgiveness from a person that has every right to hate us,” said Y/N’s mother.

“She does not hate you. She loves you. You just make her sad and feel bad about herself,” said Dean.

“We can’t fix that damage,” she said.

“Your daughter used to wear long sleeves, all the time. She hid her body away because she was embarrassed of the scars covering it. Now, now she wears pretty sundresses like that one you have on that show off these big things covering her and she doesn’t think twice. Do you know how she got there? Because it took a lot, and I mean a lot, of work to make sure she knew down to her core that I thought she was beautiful. She is. I’m not blind and I see the scars but I don’t see them the same way she does. I see the most amazing woman on earth and she finally sees it too. It’s not too late to try. But it’s not an easy fix and it’s not something you can throw money at,” said Dean.

“You can’t even see how in love with her you are, can you?” asked Y/N’s mom with a smile. “You’re trying to save something for her, even though you despise us. You flew down here when you’re afraid of flying. You’re hopelessly in love with her.”

“I will gladly be hopelessly in love with her for the rest of eternity,” said Dean.

“You have permission to marry our daughter on one condition,” said Y/N’s father.

“Quite frankly sir, I don’t give a shit about your condition. I’m going to ask your daughter to marry me whether I have your blessing or not. I came here to say that no matter what your answer is, you can still be part of our family. All I ask is that you try,” said Dean. “That’s it.”

“You can marry our daughter if you promise to keep loving her the way you so clearly do and fix our mistakes,” he said.

“She’s not broken. She never has been,” said Dean.

“I think you’ll handle the condition just fine,” he said with a sad smile.

“Thank you,” said Dean with a nod, standing up.

“No, please stay,” said Y/N’s mom. “I think we’d both like to talk to you some more.”

“Sure. We can do that.”

“So,” said Sam the next evening, picking Dean up from the airport. “How’d the super secret classified mission go?”

“They’re trying. They’re going to start trying even harder now. That’s good,” said Dean.

“And the asking to marry their daughter thing?” asked Sam, Dean nodding.

“I’m gonna marry, Y/N someday,” said Dean with a soft smile, leaning his head against the window. “I hope.”

“She’s gonna say yes,” teased Sam.

“You don’t know that,” said Dean.

“I totally do know it,” said Sam. “You make her sickeningly happy too.”