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Well hi there. I hope I'm not a bother for asking, but I'm in a kinda awful spot, like deep deep deep drowning. I was wondering if you could write a Dean imagine based off of the song "can't help falling in love with you" by Elvis? And just really really really fluffy. Thank you... If you don't write it, it's totally okay, but I suggest you listen to the cover by Ingrid Michaelson. It's beautiful.

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Hi. I listened to both versions of the song that you mentioned, and I agree with you - the Ingrid Michaelson version is so beautiful! And if you ever want to talk, I’m here for you. I hope this imagine helps a bit.

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The Impala growled to a halt at the bunker, the last bars of a Led Zeppelin song fading out as Dean put Baby into park. Sam swung open his door, stepping out of the car. He grabbed his bag from the trunk and headed inside. You got out with the intention of following him but found your way blocked by Dean.

“Could I talk to you for a minute?” he asked nervously.

“Sure,” you answered, settling yourself against the side of the Impala. “What’s up?”

Dean cupped the back of his neck with his hand. “I’m not really sure how to say this,” he admitted. You gave him a teasing smile.

“In English would be preferable.” Dean grinned back at you, but his smile soon dropped as he remembered what he had to tell you. You reached out to grab his hand, intertwining his fingers with your own. “Dean, whatever it is that you have to say, you can. This is a circle of trust,” you teased, trying to put him at ease. When he didn’t seem to relax any further, you added, “Dean, I’m serious. I won’t have a go at you for whatever you say. You can trust me.”

Dean took a deep breath, gathering his courage. He opened his mouth and said, “Alright. I’m just gonna say this now before I lose my nerve. I love you Y/N.” You stood there in shock, gaping up at him and hanging on to his every word as he continued. “I know that some people would say I’m in idiot for telling you this so soon, but I just can’t help it. I can’t help falling in love with you. Rivers flow out to sea, trees grow towards the sky, and I am in love with you. It was just meant to be.”

At the end of Dean’s speech, tears were running down your face. You reached up, wiping them off on the end of your sleeve. “No one’s ever said anything that beautiful to me before,” you whispered.

“Well, they should’ve,” Dean replied. “Because you’re beautiful.”

You smiled up at him softly. “I think that maybe it’s a good thing no one has ever said anything like that to me before. I’m glad it was you who said it.”

“Why?” Dean murmured, his grip on your hand tightening ever so slightly.

“Because maybe you’re not the only one who can’t help themselves.”

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