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You walk down the stairs, heading directly for the kitchen. You are having one of your midnight sweet cravings and you are desperate for some hot chocolate. Eagerly, you step into the kitchen and search the cupboards for the powder. You pour milk in a huge mug, thinking about Dean. You could always count on him to have dessert in the house. You had moved in with Dean and Sam a couple years ago when you joined them. You only did the research, though the job didn't come without some field work. You love Dean and Sam like brothers. Hot brothers, but brothers.
You place your cup in the microwave and lean back against the counter, suddenly feeling tired.
"What's a cookin'?" Dean pops into the kitchen, sniffing the hair. You smile, happy to have the company.
"I'm making hot chocolate," you answer. "Want some?"
"Hell yeah," Dean grins. He sits down on the stool at the counter, watching as you make his cup of hot chocolate. You take your mug out of the microwave and place the other one in instead. You mix the powder in the mug and glance up to see Dean eyeing you seriously.
"What?" You stop to return his stare. He shrugs and glances away quickly.
"Nothing."
"Okay," you shrug too, returning to stirring. You go to the fridge and pull out a can of whipped cream. You turn to Dean grinning, waving the bottle. "The final ingredient."
Dean chuckles. "Oh, so is THAT your secret recipe?"
You mock glare at him. "Do you not judge the chef." You grab the other mug out of the microwave and mix chocolate into that one too.
"Cause you worked so hard to make it," Dean teases.
"Well, you don't have to have any," you stick your tongue at him.
"Okay, okay, I didn't say that!" Dean laughs.
You grin and slide the first mug to Dean. "Here."
Dean takes it, looking down at the swirl of whipped cream. "I'll wait for you," he says, glancing back at you.
You find this odd. Usually Dean couldn't wait to dig in. But you brush it off as him feeling bad for teasing you. "Okay!"
"(y/n)...." he says quietly.
"Yeah?"
"Do you....ever wish you hadn't joined us?" Dean asks, not looking at you.
"No, Dean. I love you guys. I never regret it." You say sincerely. Dean must like what you said, because he looks up and smiles at you and you return it.
Then you pile your cup high with whipped cream and push it across the counter, moving around to sit next to Dean. "Well," you say, facing him and grabbing your mug, "cheers. Staying together forever."
Dean nods, clicking your mug with his. "Cheers forever."
You both take a small sip, being careful not to burn your mouths. When you lowers your mugs Dean laughs.
"What?" you ask indignantly. "Does it taste awful?"
Dean shakes his head. "No, you just got some whipped cream on your nose."
"Oh," you say. You reach up to wipe it off but Dean stops you.
"I'll get it," he says. Something in his voice makes you pause. He leans close, breeching the distance between you two.
"Dean..." you start, unsure what is happening.
"Shhh....." he says, hushing you. Then he presses his lips to your nose and you feel his tongue lightly brush it. Then he pulls back slightly.
"Got it," he whispers.
Your heart is pounding something awful. Now that his face is so close, you're notching details you never did before. Like how he has small freckles all over and how his blue eyes are actually green, and oh my his perfect perfect lips. And that's when you realize, holy crap you did NOT like Dean like a brother. You love him. You don't even know for how long, you just know you always have. Your eyes widen in your revelation and Dean pulls back, taking this as a bad sign. "I'm sorry, I-"
You grab his shirt and push your lips to his, those perfect ones, cutting him off. He kisses as wonderfully as his lips look.
When you pull away, Dean is breathing heavily. "Wow...." he manages to get out. "I guess you're right. That whipped cream is the secret ingredient."
You laugh, absolutely giddy. "I told you," you say.
"Remind me not to argue with you," he grins, pulling you in for another kiss. Your heart soars, because him saying that means you'll have many more arguments, together.