Imagines

"You know he's totally in love with you." My brother says to me. I look up at him in surprise. "Who's in love with me?" I ask curiously. "Your buddy Dean does." He tells me with his eyebrows raised. I look over to Dean's direction seeing him talking up some girl at our get together at my aunts house whose apparently into throwing parties nowadays. "I think you go that wrong big bro." "The only thing Dean loves is his car, Sammy, and random hot girls." I tell him rolling my eyes as Dean makes his move on Kelly I think thats what her name is. I hear a laugh behind me. "I think your delusional Rose." "My brother is so in love with you, your just not observant enough even though your an amazing hunter." Sam says to me as I look up at him away from Dean. My eyes widen hearing this. "Are y'all serious right now, do we need to have this conversation at my aunt party, and besides why are we even talking about something that's not even true or there in the first place!?" I ask them with a slightly higher pitch voice truly shocked that we are talking about this. Yeah I've been in love with Dean since we got introduced to each other by Sam when we were twelve, but I was never ever gonna tell him that since he has never shown any interest in me besides friendship. "We are talking about this because you guys have been tiptoeing around each other since we were children!" Says my brother. I roll my eyes and run my fingers through my hair. "I have never ever seen someone not confess to each other like you guys have, it's nuts." Says Sam.

I sigh again. "Guys please can we stop getting in my love life, especially here at my aunts party." I tell them as I grab my drink and head outside away from the prying boys. I get out to the balcony and sigh taking a sip of my beer enjoying the nice cool breeze. It's a beautiful night with the moon out and the great view my aunts house has. I take another sip and instantly turn around as I hear boots coming my way out of instinct I take out my knife and put it up to the persons throat. "Whoa there Rosita it's just me." Says Dean with his hands up in surrender. I instantly put my knife away making sure no one saw me. "Sorry Dean habit." He smiles and lightly swipes his fingers across my chin. "It's all good sweets." He tells me. "What are you doing out here alone?" Dean asks. "I just needed some air." I reply moving back to my drink taking a sip as I lean against the railing. Dean joins me. "Did Sammy and your brother give you shit for taking out that Pishtaco that killed your friend?" He asks looking my way. I laugh slightly. "No they made a mistake in taking an interest in my love life." I look up at him and his smile slightly disappears. "Oh." Is all he says. "Yeah." I reply back.