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iprobablyshipit91 · 1 year

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Magical Blooms

Genre: romance / mutual pining / fluff

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: none I think?

Written for: @spnchristmasbingo

Square filled: Flower Shop AU

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My first ever Dean Winchester fic and I’m terrified. Please let me know what you think! Also, all the flowers used at each part of the story are used for a reason…

This wasn't a big deal. Nope. No. Not at all. Not in the slightest. Actually, it was the exact opposite of a big deal. An insignificant speck if you will. And one that certainly hadn’t even registered on your radar. After all, there was a flurry of customers walk through the doors to Magical Blooms each and every day, and quite a number of these were regulars. Just because one of those regulars was an undeniably gorgeous man that flirted shamelessly, owned more flannel than you thought possible for one person, had adorable bow legs, and the most captivating green eyes that you had ever seen was most certainly not a big deal. And just because he was inexplicably absent today after you’d seen him every Friday without fail for the last six months was also not a big deal. It's not like you had really noticed anyway, having spent the morning softly singing Christmas songs along to the radio whilst putting together a similarly themed bouquet with holly, pine, and red chrysanthemums. And okay, maybe you were secretly hoping he would love said bouquet, but that also wasn’t a big deal. You just liked to please your customers. And anyway, all of this had to be no big deal whether you liked it or not because he had a girlfriend. A girlfriend that he came and bought flowers for weekly without fail, coming into the store and carefully choosing something different and unique rather than having an easier standing order. You couldn’t decide if he was completely in love or just an incredibly attentive boyfriend. Either way, you couldn’t let it be a big deal.

He had first rushed in to your little shop at the end of May and purchased a beautiful and remarkably expensive bouquet of white roses. You couldn’t help but drink in the way he had looked in a dark Henley, red plaid button down and jeans, shaking yourself a little to ensure you weren’t just gaping as he paid with his card. The small smirk on his face before he hurried out told you that you might not have succeeded as well as you’d hoped.

The next week he was back much to your delight; his dirty blonde hair gorgeously disheveled and green eyes sparkling at you the second he walked in. After casually browsing the shop he made a beeline towards you.

"Which of these do you like better?" he had asked as he approached, one hand holding yellow carnations and the other deep pink gloxinia. You put the pen down on top of the order form you’d been failing to fill out for the last ten minutes and forced yourself to go into professional mode. You were used to helping guys pick flowers; just because this one looked like a damn Greek god didn’t stop you doing your job.

"They are both great choices. Are they for a special someone? Or maybe a special occasion?"

"Well sweetheart, I guess I would say they’re for a special someone." he smirked, wetting his lips with his tongue and you couldn't help the way your heart beat a little faster at his deep rumble.

"Okay, well what sort of flowers does she like? Or does she have a favourite colour maybe?"

"Uh…" he faltered.

"Or he." You quickly amended, hoping you hadn't offended him. His eyes bulged a little and you were sure the flowers weren't for a man. You couldn't help feeling a little pleased.

"No." he shook his head, looking a little flustered. He took a deep breath. “No. I…" But his answer was cut short by the sharp call of Rowena, your interfering but well meaning boss and the owner of Magical Blooms.

"Y/n!"

"Excuse me just one second," you told him before meeting Rowena at the door to the back room.

"I don't pay you to flirt with customers now do I dear. I don't care how attractive they are." You felt your cheeks heat up at the volume of the older lady’s Scottish brogue. There was no way he hadn't heard her.

"Rowena!" You whispered indignantly. "Don't be embarrassing. He is buying flowers for his girlfriend!"

"Well that is a damned shame" she whispered back with a mischievous smirk, her eyes darting over to the perfection still stood at the counter. “Because that man is delicious." You rolled your eyes. You had a strange but very close relationship with the older woman having worked in her shop since you were a kid. From the way you spoke to each other though people wouldn’t have known. Most of the time your conversations sounded more like arguments. You spun on your heel with Rowena calling with a smirk "Remember I won't hesitate to fire you!"

You heaved a sigh, biting your lip to stop the retort that was brewing. Instead you made your way back to the handsome customer, plastering on a smile to cover the fact you were positive he had heard every word.

"Sorry. My boss." You rolled your eyes again.

He laughed; a deep sound that struck you low in the stomach and sent your heart into overdrive once again. "I understand, Sweetheart."

You shot him a grateful smile, keeping eye contact longer than was necessary. The green captivating you completely.

"So…do you know what flowers your girlfriend likes?" You asked again, desperately clinging on to your professionalism.

He shook his head a smirk on his handsome face. "We have only just met."

"Hmmm…." You thought briefly, glancing between the flowers. "I would say most women would probably pick the carnations out the two. They are a pretty safe bet."

He nodded but looked at you thoughtfully, narrowing his eyes, like he was trying to read your expression. "I asked which you liked better though, and you prefer the pink ones, don’t you?"

You tried to hide your surprise that he had noticed your preference for the gloxinia. You frowned and his smirk grew, his eyebrow rising mischievously.

“Yes, I just think they’re beautiful." You said honestly with a shrug. With a satisfied nod and a breath-taking smile that lit up his whole face, he quickly returned the carnations to their place.

"Gloxinia it is then!" he said; his smile boyish and utterly adorable.

You grinned back helplessly as you reached for the flowers in his hand and firmly ignored the hum of electricity in your body as your fingers gently brushed.

"My name is Dean." He said as you rung up the bouquet.

"Y/n."

That visit was just the start and you very quickly found that you looked forward to your Friday shift more than any other. Each week Dean would walk around the shop in his flannel shirt, examining all the available arrangements and then ask for your input and opinion. There was always a smile and usually a wink or flirty comment too and you couldn’t help how quickly he became your favorite customer. As the weeks went on you eventually started talking about other topics. You learnt early on about Dean’s pride and joy; a sleek black Impala that he affectionately called Baby. It almost frightened you how soon the hum of the engine became familiar to you as you eagerly awaited his next visit.

In late July he told you that he would be gone for two weeks while he visited his younger brother in California, pride once again colouring his tone. You had been taken aback at how much you had actually ended up missed him in that fortnight and realised just how important his visits had become to you. Remembering his girlfriend however you mentally scolded yourself and forced your thoughts elsewhere. But then Friday had rolled back around and he was there, almost first thing, in relaxed jeans, his favourite red plaid button down and damn it if your heart didn’t do a flip just at the mere sight of him. There was an eagerness to his expression that made you think that maybe, just maybe, he had missed you too.

"Welcome back!" You smiled despite the promises you made to yourself to take a step back. To not let yourself fall for someone who was already taken.

"Thanks sweetheart! It's so good to be back," he said as he closed the space between you. "I, er, well I brought you something." He pulled a small wrapped box from his pocket. You looked at it quizzically. "A gift, for my favorite florist." he explained. "I saw this and, well, it made me think of you."

Your eyebrows shot up; you didn't know what to say. After hesitating a moment too long he shook the box slightly for you to take.

He waited patiently, rubbing his jaw with nerves, as you unwrapped it. It was a dainty gold necklace with a small primrose pressed in glass dangling from the middle. It was beautiful and so very thoughtful. "Dean… wow. Its wonderful. I absolutely love it." You smiled up at him shyly and you saw him visibly relax as he beamed back.

"I could er, help? Put it on I mean. If you wanted me to?”

You nodded, passing him the necklace before turning slowly and moving your hair out of the way for him. You steadied your breathing as best you could, feeling your heart pound in your ears. His warm fingers brushed softly against your neck as he fastened the clasp and you felt yourself shiver involuntary. You looked back over your shoulder to him, his hot breath tickling your neck from your proximity yet he didn’t step away and you found you couldn't move either. You were trapped in a space full of his smell, his body heat, and your own thudding heart.

"Y/n. I…" Dean began only to be interrupted by the thudding of the shop door as a frantic customer came barrelling through. The spell you were both under immediately broke and you stepped away, breathless and eager to get rid of the interruption. But after fifteen gruelling minutes of helping debate the merits of pink roses over red; Dean motioned that he had to go. It was only later that night that you realised he hadn't bought any flowers.

The beautiful gift and his lack of purchase had filled you with a strange hope. Had he perhaps broken up with his girlfriend? What would he have said before you got interrupted? Would he have asked you out? The questions plagued you all night and into your shift the next day. Your fingers toying with the trinket around your neck constantly as your thoughts wandered to Dean. You were still brooding over the possibilities as you helped your best friend Benny pick out flowers for his anniversary.

"These are perfect as usual! What would I do without you, Sugar?" Came his Southern drawl as he wrapped his arm around you and kissed your head affectionately. You rolled your eyes at his antics when you suddenly noticed Dean in the middle of the door way, your heart soaring at his unexpected appearance. You smiled brightly but he didn’t return it; a strange, sullen, look on his face. You stopped yourself from frowning and turned back to your friend; eager for him to go so you could speak to Dean alone, preferably before Benny realised who he was as the embarrassment opportunities would be just too great for him to pass up.

“So, I’ll see you this weekend?” You say, remembering Andrea had invited you and some other friends over for dinner.

“You will indeed,” he replies easily, pressing another kiss to your hairline before retreating out the shop, the door thudding behind him.

You turned, your eyes searching the shop for Dean. Benny is long forgotten as your mind turned towards finally finishing your interrupted conversation. He was studying a wall of flowers, half turned away from you.

"Hey!" You said a little breathlessly as you reached him. "I’ve been expecting you." He turned with raised eyebrows "I mean, you know, since you didn't, er, buy anything yesterday." You gave a small smile as your stomach erupted with butterflies. Your fingers latch onto the cool glass of your necklace, the necklace he had just given you the day before, for reassurance. "The…uh… hyacinths are fresh." You gestured awkwardly at the yellow flowers in front of him. “Or I have some marigolds you might like?” You were hoping this would be it, that he was going to turn around and tell you he wasn't here for flowers. That actually, he no longer had someone to buy flowers for. Instead he sighed and pouted. "Yeah, the hyacinths are fine."

You nodded, feeling your heart sink like a stone. Ever the professional though you gesture to an arrangement. "Is this one okay?"

"Sure." He grabbed it without even really looking and swiftly walked past you, heading to the register. Silence reigned as you rung him up. Instead of bright eyes and friendly banter there was a crease in his brow and a slight frown. It was the first time you remembered feeling uncomfortable around Dean and it felt so wrong. Your mind floundered for conversation topics. You paused before handing him his receipt.

"Dean. Is everything okay?"

He finally looked at you, and flashed half-hearted smile that looked more like a grimace at best. "I'm fine, Sweetheart. Just a lot on my mind."

"Oh, sure." You replied stiffly as you handed him his receipt. He took it and turned to go. You felt a weird constriction in your throat; the meeting had not gone as planned. You grabbed at your necklace and just as he placed his hand on the door you called out. "See you next week?"

You meant it as a goodbye but you could hear the question in your voice as clear as day. He paused, tossing you a look back, and his face broke into another small smile, though this one was much more genuine. "Of course, Sweetheart. Next week."

The next week came and he appeared and things went back to normal, as if nothing had ever happened. You talked and flirted and he bought his flowers. You never took the necklace off and felt sure he must have noticed, though he never once mentioned it. You tried not to be disappointed, you tried to be satisfied with your relationship, limited as it was, and enjoy the moments you shared. Mostly you succeeded. Sometimes you couldn't help yourself and tried to pry information about his mysterious girlfriend.

"So, you two must have an anniversary coming up soon?" You asked one day in early November as he contemplated some red carnations.

"Huh?" he turned in confusion.

"Well, when your first came in at the end of May you said you had just met someone. So your six month anniversary as a couple should be coming up." You rushed to explain yourself. You glanced shyly up when he didn't immediately respond. He had a wicked smirk plastered on his face.

"Why, Sweetheart. I didn’t realise you monitored my love life so closely."

"I don’t.” You quickly covered with a roll of your eyes. “It's just my job to remember this kind of stuff. That’s all.”

“Right,” he said disbelievingly, the mischief never leaving his eyes. “And how do you know that we would even celebrate such a minor anniversary? That’s very chick flick.”

You scoffed. "Please. Dean you are such a hopeless romantic. I’d put money on you celebrating any anniversary!"

"I take offense at the idea that I am hopeless or romantic!" He points his finger at you.

"Oh come on! You literally come here to buy flowers for her every week! How much more romantic can you get?"

"Yeah well, perhaps I only come to see you." he shot back, the teasing words sounding oddly serious with his tone. You meet his gaze and find yourself unable and to look away. The moment stretched on before you finally bit your lip and turned away with your heart thundering in your ears. It was only later that night while you pondered what he could have meant that you realised he had, once again, avoided telling you anything about his girlfriend.

You thought about his words often as you absently clutched your necklace. You wondered what he had meant and if you were crazy to think he had meant anything serious.

Benny had caught you in just such a moment of contemplation last week.

"Hello! Y/n! Anybody home?" He called snapping you back to reality.

"Sorry what?"

"What is up with you today, Sugar? It’s like your not even here." Benny asked.

"It's Friday." Rowena responded from her perch behind the register. You shot her a dirty look.

“What’s Friday got to do with anything?” Benny asked, still looking confused.

“Loverboy is coming today."

"Don't call him that." You groaned as Benny perked up at the same time and asked “Loverboy?”

"Well, what should we call him?" Rowena smirked wickedly.

"Nothing! Because he is just a customer. We aren’t dating. We aren’t lovers." Rowena just raised her eyebrows, smirk unwavering and you threw your hands up in exasperation.

“Hold up,” Benny interrupted. “Is this the mysterious Dean you mentioned a few weeks back?”

“Indeed,” Rowena supplied as you pinched your nose in frustration.

“Yes, but he’s just a friend and he has a girlfriend. There’s nothing there.”

“But you like him, Honey. I can tell,” Benny points at you.

“It doesn’t matter what I feel, he’s got a girlfriend Benny. I can’t forget that.”

Benny clucks his tongue sympathetically and pulls you in for a hug.

“Can I…”

“You’re never meeting him,” you interrupt quickly, knowing exactly what your friend is going to ask.

"Actually if you stick around you are guaranteed to meet him." Rowena pointed out unhelpfully.

You pull away from Benny annoyed. “Are you still here?” You grumble to your boss. She just smiles in response and makes her way to the back room.

"That settles it. I’m staying until he shows up." Benny declares and you know better than to argue with him.

"Fine. But if you embarrass me you can find someone else to help you with Andrea’s Christmas present!"

You didn't have to wait that long; fifteen minutes later Dean came sauntering through the door. He was dressed in his usual shirt and jacket combination and of course your traitor heart sped up at the sight of him. Benny had kept out of sight as you helped Dean choose a bunch of snowdrops. He then pounced before you could move to the register.

"Y/n, do you think Andrea will appreciate this bouquet?" He rounded the corner and then gave the biggest look of fake surprise as he pretended to see Dean for the first time.

"Oh, I’m sorry, Sugar! I didn't know you were with a customer." He said with mock surprise. You barely contained your eye roll at his ridiculous antics.

You forced your tone to be bright. "No problem. Dean this is my best friend Benny. Benny, yes I’m sure your wife will love those.”

"Best friend? Wife?" You heard him murmur before Benny began speaking again.

"Me and Y/n go way back. She always knows just what my Andrea will love."

You glanced at Dean and was pleased to see a wide, goofy, grin plastered to his face.

“She always picks out the best flowers,” he agreed.

There was a pleasant pause and then Deans phone rung. He apologised and quickly walked out of the shop to answer.

"I can see why you like him Honey, and he certainly has eyes for you." Benny smiled as soon as the door closed.

“Oh, stop it,” you attempt to brush it off although you hear Rowena’s voice drift out from the back saying “I told you so!”

Dean stuck his head back in. "Sorry. Sam emergency, I’m going to have to leave town. Can I pay for these when I get back?"

"Of course! No problem."

"Thanks. See ya next week?"

You had nodded, already looking forward to next Friday.

But next Friday had come and gone and Dean had not shown up. Which, of course, was no big deal.

"Did I miss Dean today?" Rowena asks offhandedly.

"No. He didn't come in." You try to match her tone.

"Really? Well that is good news."

You jerk your head up in confusion. "What? Why?"

"Well dear, if he isn't buying flowers maybe he’s broken up with that girlfriend of his. Which means the two of you can finally stop making eyes at each other and go out."

You feel a thrill in your heart but reply sarcastically. "Please. If Dean was interested in me I think he would have made a move long ago."

Rowena’s reply was only a knowing smile and a short "Mmm-hmm".

You try not to get your hopes up. You fail miserably.

An hour later, Rowena is gone and your closing up the shop for the night. The lights are off as you pick up your keys when you hear a tap on the door. You turn around expecting a desperate customer and gasp when you see Dean grinning back at you.

He looks just like he always did; hair disheveled, a flannel shirt layered over a black tee, and just enough scruff on his face to add to the whole rugged look he had going for him.

As you walk through the darkened shop with only the street light shining through the windows you feel a mix of nerves and excitement at his arrival after Rowena’s earlier words. You unlock the door and let him in. Cold air sweeps in and you convince yourself that is why you shiver and not because of his proximity.

"Sorry, I hope I'm not too late. I only just got back into town." he says.

You shake your head. "No, it’s fine. I was just leaving." There is a pause and you realise how much more intimate the shop seems in the low light. In the shadow you can't quite make out his eyes, but he’s staring at you. "I was beginning to think maybe something awful had happened to you."

"Like what?" he asks, his teeth flashing in the dark.

"The flu, a car crash, an alien invasion?"

He shook his head. "None of those things could keep me away." His cold hand reaches out and toys with a strand of your hair. You don’t understand how such a simple gesture could suck the breath from your lungs and send your head spinning.

"Rowena thought… well that maybe you might have broken up with your girlfriend." You bite your lip, afraid of his answer.

He chuckles. "Well it seems both you and Rowena were wrong." Your stomach drops and you step back, your hope shattering and walls around your heart flying up. You wish he hadn't shown up at all now. At least then you could have had one night of blissful fantasy.

"I see. I..uh… I need to get going." Your voice dull. "Maybe try the grocery store. I am sure…"

'"No. Y/n. You don't understand." he interrupts, his hand rubbing his jaw. "I don't have a girlfriend."

"What? Since when?" Of all the things you thought Dean might say this was not one of them.

He grins sheepishly, dips his head and rubs his neck. "I never even had a girlfriend. The first time I came in I was in a hurry, getting flowers for my friends wedding. I wanted to ask you out but I didn't have time. So I came back and I had it all planned. I was going to have you pick your favorite flowers and then give them to you and ask you out. But then Rowena threatened to fire you for flirting and I…"

"But she didn't mean that!" You interrupt, your mind reeling to make sense of his story.

"I know that now! But I didn’t then and I was worried. I didn't think you would want to date me if I got you fired. So I let you think I had a girlfriend and kept buying flowers just so I could spend time with you."

"That's…that's ridiculous."

Dean chuckles. "That's what my brother said when I explained everything to him in August. So I bought you the necklace and I was going to tell you everything. But then I saw you with Benny and I, well I thought he was your boyfriend."

"Benny is married!" You protest.

"Again, I know that now! But you two seemed awfully close and maybe I was a bit blinded by jealously." Dean ducks his head and shuffles his feet. "But I didn't want to stop seeing you. So I settled for spending a few minutes with you each week, even though I thought you loved someone else."

"That sounds familiar." You reply. You know exactly what he means because it is the echo of your own heart.

Dean steps closer his hand reaching for your cheek. "Really?"

You nod and lean closer, your heart threatening to leave your body. "Yes. Dean I…" But Dean doesn't let you finish. His cool lips find yours in a gentle caress. He pulls back his breath hot on your cheek.

"Sorry I just, I've wanted to do that for six months." You grin and grab his shirt. Pulling his lips back to yours, eager to taste and claim. You melt into each other, your heavy breathing and occasional moans filling the dark shop. You grip his hair and he caresses your neck. You slide a hand to his chest and he pulls at your hips. When you break, gasping for breath, you both smile.

Dean tucks a stray hair behind your ear. "Can I buy you dinner?" he asks, still a little breathless.

He comes into the shop the next afternoon.

"Are you coming in on Saturday now?" Rowena asks with narrowed eyes.

"Well actually…" Dean begins, scratching behind his ear.

"Dean, what can I help you with?" You appear a broad grin lighting your face. Rowena shrugs and leaves you alone; thinking that if the boy doesn't make a move soon she might have to ban him from the shop.

Dean shoots you a smirk. "I was hoping you might have some mistletoe. With Christmas being right around the corner and all."

"It's your lucky day. I think we have some in the back." You nod your head and Dean follows you to the back room, a bounce in his step.

Rowena doesn't bother to mention that there is no mistletoe in the back room nor does she comment on your disheveled state when you finally emerge empty handed twenty minutes later.

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pink-sparkly-witch · 2 years

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Can't Fight This Feeling, Pt. 1

Summary: Dean is in love with the girl who works in the office. The problem is Y/N is already dating someone, and Dean is not her type, right? When Y/N is dumped by Rick the Prick, the feelings she has had for Dean since she started working at Singer’s Auto come back in full force.

Pairing: Mechanic!Dean Winchester x Female Reader (Eventual)

Bingo Square: Mutual Pining

Warnings: Fluff, angst, language

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: This is written as a submission for Tell Me A Story Bingo hosted by @supernatural-jackles. The square filled is Mutual Pining. This hasn’t been beta’d. All mistakes are mine!

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Dean had to admit he was happy. He loved his job as a mechanic, and the garage he worked at would be his someday. Bobby had already talked to him about buying him out when the old man retired, and he’d agreed to the proposal right away, never doubting it was what he wanted.

He owned a modest two-storey house in a good neighbourhood which he renovated right after moving in. His neighbours were friendly, if a little nosey, and for the most part, he loved attending and hosting the neighbourhood cookouts in the summer months. The only thing missing was someone to share his life with.

He’d had a few relationships in the past, none giving him exactly what he wanted. The closest was Lisa, and he did love her. She didn’t love him, though, and after a while, she realised that she needed more than just a father figure for her son and that Dean deserved better. She broke his heart, making him a little jaded about women for a while.

Dean had gone back to his playboy ways, but it quickly became unsatisfying, and he decided it was time to try dating again. The problem was that he was confident he’d found ‘the one,’ but she was someone else’s girl, and he didn’t want to waste more time with the wrong woman.

Maybe he was just meant to be alone.

His bachelor lifestyle was hitting him even harder recently with his baby brother’s announcement that he and Eileen were getting married. His good buddy, Garth, was also getting married in the summer. Benny and Cas were happy and settled in their relationships. Dean had a feeling that Benny would be asking Donna to move in with him and Cas would be putting a ring on Meg’s finger very soon.

He was glad a customer had dropped off a 1969 Chevrolet Camaro for restoration. It kept him busy and stopped his thoughts from wandering for too long.

“Hey, Dean?” Y/N opened the door that separated reception from the garage floor and shouted, trying to be heard over the noise of the equipment.

“S’up, Y/N?” he called back, unable to stop his smile at seeing her for the first time today. He didn’t sleep much last night, so he opened the garage at 6am. He had to admit, it was strange walking through the garage and not seeing her already sitting in her office.

“Jody’s here for her car, but Bobby’s out. Can you take care of the handover?” Y/N threw him her sweetest smile and biggest puppy eyes, and fuck if he wouldn’t have helped her commit mass murder right here at Singer’s Auto if she asked. He knew she had him wrapped around her little finger, but he was hopelessly in love with her and really didn’t care.

“Sure. Gimme a sec?” Dean said, and she grinned happily at him. God, she’s beautiful when she smiles! Dean thought and shook his head, chuckling at his behaviour. He grabbed the rag tucked into his coverall pocket and wiped the grease from his hands. He walked quickly to the break room and washed his hands to remove the stubborn dirt before heading to the back office.

There were two doors in the break room, one coming to and from the garage floor and the other that led to the corridors with the offices, bathrooms and changing rooms. Dean took the one into the corridor and headed to the back office, which belonged to Bobby.

Bobby’s office held the safe where they locked the vehicle keys at the end of the day or when they were waiting to be collected. Opening the safe and pulling out Jody’s keys, Dean made sure to he locked it and the office behind him and made his way to the reception.

“Sheriff. Good to see you,” Dean greeted. He’d known Jody a long time. She was his mom’s best friend.

“Dean! Good to see you too,” Jody smiled and pulled the mechanic in for a hug. “You’re looking a little skinny. Are you taking care of yourself?”

“Yeah, you know,” Dean started, rubbing his hand over his neck. “Been working hard. Long hours. You know the drill.”

“Yeah, I can see that beautiful Camaro you’re restoring. Is she keeping you busy?” Jody asked, smiling gently at Y/N, who handed her some paperwork to sign.

“Something like that, yeah.” Dean chuckled.

“Dean Winchester!” Jody scolded. “Do I have to call your mother and tell her you’re not taking care of yourself? Tell me, Y/N… does he ever go home?”

“He was here before me this morning, and I was in at 7:30 to handle an early delivery for Bobby,” Y/N tattled. “You know he never even ate breakfast? I went over to the diner and got him pancakes and bacon. It’s no wonder he’s getting skinny.”

“Traitor!” Dean playfully said, pointing in her direction. “And here I thought you, of all people, would have my back!”

“And lie to the Sheriff? And your mother?” Y/N huffed in disbelief. “Sorry, Dean! Even I’m not dumb enough to go up against those two!” she giggled at Dean’s look of mock hurt. “You know if it was anybody else, I’d have your back all day, every day, but I will not go up against Jody and Mary!” Y/N playfully stuck her tongue out, showing she was only teasing.

“That’s my girl!” Jody laughed. “Thank you for taking care of him. At least when he’s here,” she smiled softly and squeezed Y/N’s forearm.

“Ah, what are friends for,” Y/N waved her hand, telling them it was nothing.

Friends. There was that word that twisted his gut. He knew he shouldn’t feel what he does for her; she already has a boyfriend, so friends are all they’ll ever be. “Alright, ‘gang up on Dean hour’ is over. What are you still doing here anyway? Thought you had a lunch date with Mr Pretty-Boy-Wannabe-Entrepreneur?”

“Okay, first of all: you gotta damn cheek calling anyone a “pretty boy,” pretty boy! Secondly… cancelled it.” Y/N shrugged and smiled sadly, grabbing the paperwork for the Sheriff’s car to file. “It was nice to see you, Jody!” she turned and returned to her office.

“You too, honey,” Jody raised a hand in farewell, waited until Y/N was safely behind her desk, and lowered her voice. “Any idea what that was about?”

“No clue,” Dean responded with a frown.

“Alright, I gotta get back to it. Thanks for this, Dean,” Jody held her car key up and nodded. “I’ll see you soon. And call your mother!”

“Yes, ma’am!” Dean grinned and raised a hand to wave goodbye. When the door closed, he stood for a minute, trying to decide whether to push Y/N on what was going on with her. She was visibly upset by something, and if his gut was right, it had to do with the douchebag she was dating.

Huffing, Dean headed to her office and leaned against the door frame. The radio played REO Speedwagon’s Can’t Fight This Feeling, and he smiled softly as she hummed along. Not wanting to startle her, he knocked quietly on the door, just loud enough to announce he was there.

The noise coming from the garage floor often masked footsteps on the linoleum. Although it was hilarious when Y/N punched, kicked, or yelled out when she got startled by one of their voices at her door, he was pretty sure she’d punch him in the face if he did that to her now.

Glancing up, Y/N smiled like she always did when she saw him, like she was genuinely happy to see him, like he was the only person she wanted to see. He’d watched her and knew that no one else got those smiles from her, and, man, did that make him feel special.

“Hey. You alright?” Dean asked and frowned deeper when her smile fell, and she nodded her head, quickly lowering it behind the monitor in front of her.

“You sure? Because I can tell you’re upset,” he made no move to enter her office, leaning against the doorframe and giving her space. Dean sighed when he was met with silence. “Y/N/N, sweetheart, we’re friends, right?” he licked his lips and raised his eyebrows at her slight nod. “Then you know you can talk to me. Tell me anything. I just wanna help. See that smile back on your face.”

“Rick broke up with me last night,” Y/N finally spoke after a while. Dean’s eyebrows shot up in shock. Those were words he never thought he’d hear.

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry. What happened?” Dean finally moved from his perch on the doorframe and took the chair across the desk from hers.

“The new tech company he and his buddies created?” she spoke softly, and Dean nodded. “It’s starting to take off, and he’s been travelling a lot. Going to all these Expos and events, and apparently, I’m holding him back.”

“Y/N,” Dean wanted to go to her, comfort her but held back with every ounce of strength he had.

“Which I guess is guy speak for there’s a lot of beautiful women out there, and having a girlfriend is kinda cramping my style,” she tried to smile. Still, tears were gathering in the corners of her eyes. “But it’s okay. At least he didn’t cheat on me, right?” There was a bitter chuckle that Dean didn’t like the sound of. He’d give anything to take away her pain.

“I always knew Rick the Prick was a dumb douchebag. That asshole wouldn’t see a great thing if it walked in front of him and slapped him in the face. What exactly did they teach him at the fancy private school his daddy sent him to?” Dean fumed. Rick really was a prick. He’d never liked him. He always thought he was above everyone else.

“That he doesn’t need an education. He only needs the unlimited money from the trust fund his daddy set up for him, and everything will fall into his lap?” Y/N responded, and Dean laughed.

“It’s gonna be fine, sweetheart. There’s someone much better out there for you. I know it,” he smiled. “Now, how ‘bout I take my favourite girl to lunch before I head into the city to pick up some parts? What d’ya say?”

“Sure, thanks, Dean.” Y/N smiled brightly, and Dean leaned forward on the chair and gently grabbed her chin, giving her a charming wink.

“There she is! There’s that smile I love so much! Come on, burgers and milkshakes on me!”

“And pie?” Y/N pulled out the puppy eyes as she stood and rounded her desk, making Dean chuckle.

“Sure,” he said, pulling her into a hug and kissing her hair. “You can have all the pie you want, sweetheart.”

Dean’s smile didn’t fade when he got back to the garage, something that didn’t go unnoticed by his best friend, Benny. He was among the few who knew about Dean’s true feelings for Y/N.

“What’s that smile for Winchester?” Benny grinned as he leaned on the roof of the car Dean was working on.

“You saying I can’t be happy, Lafitte?” Dean sassed him back.

“Course you can. I just haven’t seen you this happy in a long time, brother,” Benny smiled softer now.

“I had a great lunch with great company,” Dean shrugged as if it was no big deal.

“With your girl in the office, huh?” The cheeky grin was back on Benny’s lips.

“She’s not my girl,” Dean protested.

“Yet. I know how you feel about Y/N, Dean. And the guy she’s with? He doesn’t deserve her, and once she realises it, it’ll be over for them.” Benny slapped his friend's shoulder in the way men do to comfort each other.

“It already is, man,” Dean lowered his voice to stop the whole garage from overhearing. “They broke up last night. ‘S why I took her out for lunch. Cheer her up a little.”

“Shit,” Benny lowered his voice, too, glancing around him to make sure they weren’t overheard. “What happened?”

“I don’t think it’s my place to say,” Dean’s response made Benny smile slightly. He was always so protective of her. It was damn adorable.

“Sure, I get that. She’s okay, though, right?” Benny adored Y/N, too, although his adoration was brotherly towards her.

“She will be,” Dean nodded.

“You gonna swoop in and sweep her off her feet?” Benny’s signature cheeky grin was back full force, and Dean rolled his eyes at his best friend.

“No. You know she doesn’t feel that way ‘bout me. Besides, I’m not her type,” Dean defended.

“Sure. Whatever you say, chief. Just don’t write it off yet, alright? ‘S’all I’m trying to say,” Benny gave him a knowing look, and Dean scoffed, unconvinced.

“Yeah, sure. Whatever. Do you need me to pick anything up from the city? I got parts that need collecting,” Dean’s quick change of subject made Benny chuckle.

“Nah, all good. I was gonna ask if you wanna go for drinks after work on Saturday, though. Start Memorial weekend off right.” Benny said.

“Yeah, sure. Roadhouse?” Dean asked.

“That’s the plan. And Dean? If you want a chance, a real chance with Y/N? Maybe don’t go chasing everything in a skirt. Make her see that you don’t always need to take someone home, that you can be in a relationship and not just be a one-and-done kinda guy,” Benny winked and walked away with a chuckle, leaving Dean wide-eyed with shock.

Lunch had been just what Y/N needed, and she’d done nothing but laugh and smile at Dean and his storytelling and blatant flirting. It reminded her of why she fell for him in the first place.

Dean was always funny and flirty. He knew how to make her laugh, even on her worst days. He treated her with kindness and respect, and she knew he had her back, no questions asked. He’d always been a gentleman with her, often pretending to be her boyfriend when some dick at the bar got too handsy with her or making sure she got home safe, and she loved him for it.

He was just her type too. Handsome, funny, smart, a cocky bastard. But how he acted with her and treated her was the same way he was with every woman he encountered. Except for the ones he wanted to go home with. They got his A-game, so she knew her feelings weren’t reciprocated.

The night Rick came over to her in the bar and attempted to flirt with her, she’d thought he was cute. She could tell he was out of his depth right off the bat, but his eagerness to impress her made her heart melt. When he asked if he could buy her a drink, she said yes.

At the bar, they talked for a while, and when he asked if he could take her on a date, she caught sight of Dean chatting up another beautiful, busty brunette who could be on the cover of magazines and knew for sure she’d never get to be his girl, so she said yes. The rest, as they say, was history.

Rick was so far from her type that none of her friends ever quite “got” them as a couple. Rick was from a trust fund family, his father a multi-million-dollar entrepreneur in Kansas City, and he had wanted for nothing growing up. Everything was handed to him on a gold plate. He didn’t know the meaning of living paycheck to paycheck or just getting by - which was how she’d grown up.

He was sweet, though and treated her like she’d always wanted a man to treat her. She didn't care about the fancy restaurants or the extravagant gifts he gave her; she cared that he proudly showed her off to his friends and family, who all seemed to adore her. He was always a gentleman when she was with him.

Rick wasn’t much in the bedroom, but was that really important when you loved everything else about a person? Good sex wasn’t the be-all and end-all and certainly didn’t constitute a good relationship, right?

None of it mattered anymore, anyway. He’d shown his true colours and made sure she knew she wasn’t good enough for him. It was time to put him in her past and try to move forward. She’d cried over him all night, which was far too long in her book.

Glancing over at Dean working under the hood of the Camaro, she smiled to herself. Now that Rick was out of the picture and with how sweet the mechanic had been with her at the diner, the feelings she’d had for Dean since her first day working here were back. She grinned, remembering Dean telling her she was beautiful and worth it and Rick didn’t deserve–

“Watcha smiling at Cher?” Benny said, causing her to yelp and jump, banging her knee off the desk.

“God dammit, Benny! What d’ya do that for?” she whined, rubbing her sore knee and glaring at the laughing Cajun leaning against the doorframe. “What d’ya want?” she pouted.

“I’m sorry for scaring ya,” Benny chuckled. “Just wanted to see if you’re up for some drinks at the Roadhouse on Saturday.”

“Well… that depends,” Y/N furrowed her brows as she looked at him.

“On…?” Benny asked.

“Who’s going?” she replied.

“The usual: me and Donna, Cas and Meg…”

“Oh great! Couples being all…” she gestured wildly with her hands, trying to find the right word. “Coupley,” she finished, lips curling in distaste.

“Dean’s going too, so you two can couple-bash together,” Benny smirked.

“Sure. Until a hottie shows up in a belt claiming it’s a skirt, her boobs spilling out of a top that’s two sizes too small so they look way bigger than they actually are, and Dean goes all horndog over her. And then, as always, I’ll be the awkward third wheel while you guys all stare at each other with heart eyes,” Y/N rambled, and Benny looked on in amusement.

“You know what? Thanks for the invite Benny, but I think I should sit this one out,” she concluded.

“Aw, come on, Cher! It’ll be fun!” Benny tried putting on his best puppy eyes, and she rolled hers dramatically.

“For who, Benny? No one wants the bitter, newly single girl crashing their good time buzz,” she sighed exasperatedly.

“We do, Y/N/N. Look, just think about it, okay?” Benny pleaded.

“I appreciate it, Benny, but honestly, I don’t think it’ll be a fun night for me seeing two perfect couples be all mushy and Dean hitting on every girl there except…” she stopped abruptly.

“Except who, Cher?” Benny prodded, even though he already knew the answer.

“Doesn’t matter,” Y/N waved her hand dismissively.

“Yes, it does,” Benny tried one last time.

“I’ll think about it, okay? If there’s nothing else, I need to get on with these invoices.”

Benny nods, understanding that she wants the subject dropped. “He’s an asshole, you know.”

“Who?” Y/N’s brow furrows in confusion.

“Rick,” Benny says, and she gives a small, grateful smile. “Dean, too,” Benny winks and leaves her office before she questions him further. Those two idiots needed to sort this out for themselves, after all.

What Benny said had stunned her. Never in a million years would she think there was a chance Dean shared her feelings, but something in his face when he told her that Dean was an asshole had her thinking…

Nah. It’s too crazy. There’s no way he likes me.

She needs to get over this obsession with Dean. It’s unhealthy; she’s not his type and never will be. She’s not perfectly flawless or sexy like the women he takes home.

They’re just friends, and she needs to accept that’s all they’ll ever be.

Part Two >>

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