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Blind Date

You took off your shoes before you descended the spiral staircase and rushed off to your room. If Sam or Dean heard you come in, you knew they'd ask you about your date tonight. Some questions, you just didn't want to have to answer, at least not right now.

There weren't enough words to describe how horrible tonight's date was. You were starting to wonder what your friend, Marci from the coffee shop was thinking when she set up these dates for you. This was the third bad date in as many weeks.

The whole reason you agreed to let Marci set you up is because of Dean. Ever since you two met over the phone, you've had a major crush on him. Too bad work has always been in the way, though. Well, that, and the other women he "entertains" from the bar after a successful hunt. After the months and years of being stuck in the "friend-zone", you decided it was probably time to give up. So, you let Marci set you up with a blind date. Then another. Then tonight.

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When you first met the Winchesters, you took a call from Dean on your "Hunter's Hotline". His deep, sexy voice was the stuff you dreamed about. You knew he was athletic and most likely gorgeous. However, you also fell for his sense of humor and could tell he had a caring nature as well.

On your hotline, you provided research services and confirmed credentials for suspicious local law enforcement for hunters who needed it. Occasionally, you ventured out into the field if you were part of an undercover op where you had to appear as a couple with a hunter.

It was on a mission like this that you were paired up with Sam, but couldn't take your eyes off of Dean. He was everything you pictured and more. Tall, muscular, with spiky hair and the most captivating emerald eyes you'd ever seen.

Eventually, you found yourself needing protection from the Winchesters. A hunter who was a frequent caller to your line was captured and turned into a vampire. He betrayed you by telling the vamps where to find you. You would have been captured and turned if it had not been for the Winchesters and their angel friend, Castiel. After taking out the vamps and their nest, you took up residence at the bunker, continuing to provide your hunting services.

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You tiptoed down the stairs and into your room. Once inside, you closed the door and leaned against it, breathing a sigh of relief that you had escaped detection. You threw your shoes in the closet and got out your teddy bear pajama pants and Queen T-shirt to get ready for bed. A knock on your bedroom door interrupted your thoughts. You silently groaned at the intrusion, but opened the door to see Dean standing there.

"Hey Dean," you said.

"Hey yourself. Everything okay? You're home early," Dean observed.

"Yeah, didn't go so well. I don't know what Marci was thinking when she set me up with that guy," you muttered.

"Wanna talk about it? I got your favorite ice cream on standby for you," he grinned.

"That's so sweet of you, thank you. I really don't want to talk about it. I kinda want to go to sleep and forget the date even happened," you replied.

"Well, if you change your mind, I'll be here," Dean promised. "Goodnight," he said.

"Goodnight, Dean," you answered back. I love you, Dean, you said to yourself as you closed the door.

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Dean could tell you were hurting a little from your rotten date. What he couldn't figure out is why a gorgeous woman like you was letting herself be set up by Marci from the coffee shop. When he saw you in your room, you looked like you were on the verge of giving up trying to find someone to love. He certainly didn't want that to be the case, because he had been hoping for a shot with you.

Ever since you met over the phone and since, he's had a soft spot for you in his heart. Your smooth, velvety voice on the other end of the line provided a bit of calm but also some excitement.

When he first saw you on that hunt where you were paired with Sam, that was it. He was hooked on your sassy nature and your love of classic rock. Since you've moved in to the bunker, he has loved the way you've taken care of him and Sam. Sure, he still got together with women from the bars, but it was for no other reason than to try and get over not being with you.

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You went over the evening's details in your mind, since you were having trouble getting to sleep. First off, your date was late getting to the restaurant. So late in fact, that you thought he wasn't going to be there at all. Then, during dinner, he was rude to the wait staff. He complained about nearly everything, even though it looked to you like his order was prepared exactly as he had requested.

Finally, when it came time to pay the bill, he went to the bathroom and didn't come out until after you had already paid. Thank goodness you took separate cars, because there was no way you wanted him to find out where you lived.

When you left the restaurant, he was leaned up against his car, which was parked next to yours. He tried to kiss you just before you opened your door, but you slid into the driver's seat and left the restaurant before he could. The whole way home, you kept glancing in your rearview mirror to make sure he wasn't following you.

What's wrong with me? Am I not pretty enough? Too smart? Not tall enough, chest area certainly lacking, I'd say, you said to yourself, as a few tears leaked out and hit your pillow. You reached over for your phone to check the time and noticed it was still somewhat early. At least according to Charlie. You dialed her number and she picked up on the second ring.

"Yo, chickie babe! What's happening? Are you okay?" Charlie asked.

You hesitated before answering, trying to collect yourself. "Guy trouble, huh?" she guessed.

"How'd you know?" you managed to squeak out.

"Lucky guess. So, tell me what happened," she replied. You proceeded to tell her about your disaster of a date from tonight.

"And after all that, he still tried to kiss you?!? What a jerk!" Charlie exclaimed. "Why do you let Marci fix you up with all these losers?" she asked.

"You know why, Charlie," you replied.

"It's because of him, isn't it? You have a thing for Dean Winchester," she stated.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Charlie," you retorted. "Can we please drop it?"

"Yes you do, yes you do have a crush on Dean Winchester!!" she exclaimed. "And no, I'm not dropping it until you admit it, at least to me," she taunted.

"No, Charlie, I won't say that, not even to myself. That makes it too real, too easy to get my heart broken when he doesn't see me that way," you finished quietly.

"How do you know, if you never ask him how he feels, or tell him how you feel? I'm not hanging up until you say 'I am in love with Dean Winchester'," she said.

"Okay, you know what? FINE! I am in love with Dean Winchester! Are you happy now?" you half-shouted.

"Yes. Now get some sleep, it's late. Goodnight, my friend," Charlie replied softly.

"Goodnight, Charlie. Talk to you soon," you said.

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What you didn't know was that Sam was passing by your bedroom door. He happened to catch at least your side of the conversation you just had with Charlie. That means he found out what happened on your latest date and about your feelings for Dean. Sam passed by Dean's door on the way to his own room and noticed the light was still on. He knocked gently, and Dean answered in his pajamas.

"Sorry, man, were you sleeping?" Sam asked.

"Nah, can't sleep right now. Got a lot on my mind," Dean replied.

"Seems to be going around. I just came from the room down the hall, and she was talking to Charlie on the phone about her date," Sam explained.

"Really? What was she saying to Charlie? I asked her about the date, but she said she didn't want to talk about it. Wanted to forget it even happened. Must have been pretty bad," Dean mused.

Sam told Dean what he'd heard about your date with the loser that Marci set you up with. "So, he was late, rude to the wait staff, ditched on the bill and still tried to kiss her?!? What an asshat," Dean responded. "I don't even know why she's letting Marci set her up with anyone anyway. She deserves someone who appreciates her, knows how wonderful she is."

"Yeah, it would be easy for someone to fall in love with her. She's kind, considerate...." Sam trailed off.

"She's got these eyes that just draw you in. When she laughs, it's so infectious that you can't help but laugh with her. And those lips....I've dreamed of how they'd feel when I'm kissing them....to have her arms around me, her hands on me," Dean remarked.

"Maybe you should ask her out, Dean," Sam suggested.

"Get real, Sam. What kind of chance do I have with someone like her? I can't give her what she wants: a home, family, a partner with a less dangerous profession. You know I'm not what she deserves," Dean muttered.

"How do you know what she wants? Have you asked her? If not, maybe you should. Might surprise you," Sam whispered under his breath.

"Leave it alone, Sam. Come on, I'm getting tired. I think I can get to sleep now," Dean remarked.

"Think about what I said, Dean. You should talk to her," Sam said.

"Goodnight, Sam," Dean grumbled as he pushed Sam out the door.

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The following week, Marci called you and said she had the perfect guy lined up for you. "Marci, you said that about the last three guys, and the last one was the worst! If this one doesn't work out, I quit. I'll stay single for the rest of my life, but no more of your setups," you declared.

"I know, I know, but you'll be sorry if you don't at least give him a chance. His name is Charles, he's tall, has brown hair, brown eyes, and he's a pilot. He loves to read, go to movies, and he's very wealthy," Marci explained.

"Marci, you know that I don't care about money," you groaned.

"Yes, but that just means that he can afford to show you the finer things in life," she mentioned.

"Marci....I'll go out with him, but if it doesn't work, that's it. You're fired," you told her, to which she agreed.

Friday rolled around, the night of your date with Charles. He insisted on picking you up in his Porsche 914. This went against your normal plan of meeting your blind dates at the public place, in case you needed to make a discreet exit.

Dean answered the door, let him in but before Charles could say anything, Dean said you weren't ready yet. Charles came in to wait for you and tried to make small talk with both Sam and Dean while you finished getting ready.

About 10 minutes after he got there, you appeared, ready to go out. You had on your sparkly pale pink dress, with 3/4 sleeves and a skirt that ended just above your knee. Your short brown hair was parted on the side, held back on the long side with a clip encrusted with crystals.

You exchanged greetings with Charles, and took your leave from the boys. Before you went through the door, you turned, caught Dean's eye and gave him a small smile. Then you followed Charles out to his car.

Dinner was at the fancy Italian restaurant in town, Ravelli's. The meal was pleasant enough, except that Charles did most of the talking. He told you about places that he'd flown to as a pilot, and where he'd like to go. When you tried to join in and tell him about where you'd like to go, he acknowledged you, then turned the conversation back to himself.

Finally, you'd had enough of being with Charles, so you excused yourself to the ladies' room, but to make a phone call. You couldn't reach Dean on his cell phone, so you called Sam.

You told him you needed him to rescue you because your date was being a jerk, and he drove you to the restaurant. Sam said there was no problem, that you would be rescued from your jerk date. He asked you to give him about twenty minutes before heading out to the parking lot.

To stall for time, you asked for an espresso coffee as an after-dinner drink. You sipped at it while Charles waited for the check and paid it. After about twenty minutes, you abandoned your drink and you walked out to the car with Charles.

He followed you to the passenger side of the car. Instead of opening the door for you, he pushed you against the car and started kissing you very roughly. You asked him to stop, that you weren't attracted to him like that and tried to push him away. He grabbed your upper arms hard enough that you were afraid he'd left bruises. Then he said your date with him wasn't done quite yet.

"Oh, yeah it is, buddy," was all you heard before Charles was knocked to the ground by none other than Dean Winchester. Dean gently took your hands and asked if you were okay, and all you could do was nod. Charles started to get back up as if to fight Dean, but after seeing the look on Dean's face he thought better of it. Dean clasped your hand in his and guided you over to the passenger side of the Impala.

Dean stopped briefly before opening the door. He put his index finger under your chin and tilted your face so your eyes met his. "Are you okay?" he asked. You started to nod your head yes, then shook it no and burst into tears. Dean wrapped his arms around you in a tender embrace and rubbed up and down your back. "Shh, shh, it's okay, sweetheart. I've got you. He can't hurt you anymore," he soothed.

When your tears subsided, you pulled back to gaze into Dean's mossy green orbs. "Better?" he asked. You nodded and gave him a small smile, then you climbed into the passenger seat of the Impala. Dean settled in behind the wheel and you headed for home.

The trip home was mostly silent, with just small talk passing between you and Dean. You were relieved to see the bunker, the place you called home, where you felt safe and loved.

Before going to your room, you thanked Dean for rescuing you. Reaching up, you gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek, lingering just a little. You hurried off out of sight before he could see the blush creeping across your face.

Dean stood there for a few minutes, his fingertips on his cheek where you'd kissed him. His skin still tingled from where your lips briefly made such intimate contact. Right then and there, he made a decision in his mind and needed to talk to you about it.

You were just about to remove your dress and change into your pajama pants and T-shirt, when there was a knock at the door. You opened the door a crack to see Dean standing there. He said he needed to talk to you about something, and asked if he could come in. You opened the door enough to let him in then closed it again.

"Some night, huh?" he started as he leaned against the back of your door.

"Yeah, some night. I told Marci that if this guy didn't work out, that I was done with her fix-ups, she was fired," you chuckled, sitting on the bed. "Thank you again for coming to get me."

He walked over and sat next to you on the bed. "Something I gotta know. Why do you keep going out with all these random guys that Marci sets you up with?" Dean asked.

You took a deep breath before answering. "I'm trying to get over someone. It's someone that I love, but there's no way he would ever love me back," you replied.

"What?!? How could there be anyone in this world that wouldn't love you back?? Who is this person?" he demanded.

"You, Dean. It's you. I've loved you for a very long time, pretty much since we met in person all those years ago. I fell in love with you by phone first, then even more so after that mission where I had to pose as a couple with Sam.

“I know you don't love me back, because you seem to prefer the type of women that you find in the bar. Let's face it, they've got a lot more in common with you than I do," you finished.

Dean reached over and clasped your hands in his. "Sweetheart, you couldn't be more wrong. I do love you, with all my heart. I fell in love with your velvety smooth voice over the phone. Then when I saw what a knockout you are in person, I knew I had to make you mine.

“What has stopped me is that I never thought you could ever be in love with someone like me, because I can't give you what you need. A home, family, a life without monsters--" Dean was stopped short as you put your hand on the side of his cheek and stroked it with your thumb.

"What I need, Dean Winchester, is everything I see before me. You are the most incredible man I've ever met. You're smart, kind, strong and thoughtful. I love your sense of humor, and how much you care about others, more than yourself even. Earlier, when you held me in your arms, I knew I was safe and protected. I love you, Dean. Always have, and I always will," you finished.

Dean brushed his fingertips on your cheek, then moved his hand to the back of your head. He pulled you closer and slammed his lips against yours. As if on instinct, your arms came up and wrapped around his neck, pulling him even closer if that was possible. His hand moved from the back of your head to massage up and down your back.

"Oh, sweetheart. You are the best thing to come into my life. I love you so much," he whispered.

"I love you, Dean. It means so much to me to have you in my life, more than I could ever say," you replied softly.

Dean noticed you had gotten your pajamas out. "Why don't you change into these in here, then meet me in my room afterwards?" he suggested, as he traced your jawline with his finger. "Because I'd love to wake up tomorrow morning with you in my arms," he remarked.

"I believe I can arrange that, Mr. Winchester. I can think of nowhere else I'd rather be. See you in a few minutes?" you replied. He nodded slowly, then moved in to kiss you again. "One for the road, you see," he winked as he closed the door behind him.

You removed your dress and hung it back up in your closet. You hurried up and changed into your pajamas, turned off your bedroom light and closed the door. You walked down the hall to Dean's door and gave it a tentative knock. He answered in his bottoms, but no shirt. Good heavens, the man was magnificent. "Hey," he said softly, taking your hand and drawing you inside his room.

Dean sat down on the bed and patted the spot next to him. You sauntered over and lowered yourself to sit in the designated spot. "Nice mattress," you remarked, bouncing a little.

"It's memory foam. It remembers me," he grinned.

"I know the feeling. You're kind of unforgettable, Dean," you replied as you leaned in and meshed your lips to his.

When the kiss was broken, the blankets were pulled back, you both got underneath and wrapped the blankets around you. Dean spooned up behind you, kissed your neck then nuzzled it with his stubbly beard. "Dean, that tickles," you giggled, and you could feel him smiling against your skin. He curled his arm around your midsection, pulling you closer to him.

"Goodnight, sweetheart," Dean murmured.

"Goodnight, my love," you replied softly.

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