Can you do a love hate imagine between Dean and the reader who's a tomboy. And the reader and Dean always fight bully, hit each other. But then Dean says something really bad and yeah you can go from there please love you!! Fluffy I hate that I love you imagine
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“Morning, ugly,” you greeted Dean.
“Right back at you, freak,” he replied, glancing at you over the rim of his coffee cup.
This was how the two of you always were, trading insults and teasing each other. It was a familiar rhythm, one the two of you had fallen into almost as soon as you had met. Most people probably thought you hated each other, but you didn’t. You just had a funny way of showing it.
“Hey, where did all the bread go? I could’ve sworn there were a few slices left.”
You turned around to find Dean munching on a piece of toast, his mouth twisted into a smirk. “You idiot!” you exclaimed, punching him in the arm. “You know I always have toast on Saturday mornings!”
“Yeah, well, suck it up princess,” Dean told you. You scowled at him before reaching into a cupboard to get a box of cereal.
“So,” you began, “any cases at the moment?”
“Nah,” Dean answered. “Sammy and I thought we’d take a bit of time off, you know? Have a break from it all for a couple of weeks.”
“Really? Cool. We got any plans?”
“Not really. Although Sam thought you might wanna go out to the bar and see if you can meet someone. It’s been a while since you’ve hung out with someone outside the two of us.”
“No thanks. Dating and all that isn’t really my forte.”
“Maybe it would be if you didn’t dress like a guy half the time.”
You took a step back, his words hitting you like a punch. Whilst the two of you picked on each other relentlessly, it had never gotten personal before. You turned away from Dean, not wanting him to see the tears that had sprung to your eyes.
“I went too far, didn’t I?” Dean murmured.
“Just a tad,” you whispered.
“I’m sorry. Seriously. I never meant to hurt you like that.”
You whipped around. “Then why did you?” you demanded.
“Because I - you - well you know!” he stammered out.
“No, Dean, I don’t. You’re going to have to spit it out.”
“Fine then. I like you. As in, really like you. And I’ve had bad experiences with relationships in the past and I don’t want to get into all that again. So I insult you to keep you away. Happy?”
“You what?” you gasped.
“Don’t make me say it again. You know I hate chick flick moments.”
You shook your head in disbelief. “So you tease me because you like me? What are you, twelve?”
“You tease me, too!” Dean exclaimed.
“That’s not really helping your case, Dean,” you answered.
He sighed. “Look, Y/N, I’m sorry for being a jerk. But I really do like you. And to be honest? That kind of scares me a little.”
You were touched by his confession. “Dean -”
“No,” he interrupted. “Don’t say it. I don’t want to hear you tell me that you only see me as a friend. I don’t want your pity.”
“That’s not what I was going to say.”
“Then what were you going to say?”
You bit your lip. “Well, maybe, just maybe, there’s a chance that I kind of like you too.”
His face lit up. “Really?”
You smiled. “Yes, Dean. Really.”
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