Intro.
“I’m in love with him.”
It doesn’t sound pretty. It sounds dangerous. Like a risk. Like the kind of thing that could split him open if he said it to the wrong person.
But it’s true.
And if anyone ever asked him why, he’d probably screw up the answer. Because it’s not just one thing. It’s everything.
It’s the way you walk into a room and never asks for attention but gets it anyway. The way he speaks like he’s half-joking and half-daring you to look deeper. The way he pretends nothing matters but flinches — just barely — when someone gets too close.
It’s the moments in between — when he doesn’t say anything at all. Just leans his head against the window in Dean’s car and watches the city lights blur by. When his hand brushes Dean’s by accident and he doesn’t pull away right away. When he’s laughing, really laughing, and forgets to be guarded for half a second.
Dean loves that.
Loves the challenge. Loves the softness buried under the sarcasm. Loves that your the only person..you