“Say it,” you said with a wide smile.“No.”“Dean… you lost the bet. Say it.”He licked his lips

“Say it,” you said with a wide smile.“No.”“Dean… you lost the bet. Say it.”He licked his lips and looked away, shifting his weight back and forth. “It was a stupid bet to begin with!” he growled.You laughed and shrugged. “You made the bet! This whole thing was your idea and I tried to tell you—”“FINE!” he interrupted. You watched the muscle in his jaw tense as he ground his teeth together. He sighed heavily and shot you one last annoyed look. “Can’t I just… give you all the money in my wallet instead?”“We both know that the money in your wallet isn’t yours to begin with. And that wouldn’t be nearly as satisfying. Now SAY IT.”He muttered a few expletives under his breath and then looked up at you. “Witches are great!” he said.“And…” you prompted him, crossing your arms and stepping back to enjoy the view.“And—” he paused and pinched the bridge of his nose for a moment. “I love witches!” he announced begrudgingly. “Three times.”“Are you frickin’ serious? This is—”“The deal was three times! I thought a Winchester’s word was worth something!”He let out a low growl. “I love witches! I love witches! I love witches! THERE. DONE.”You grinned at him. “Don’t look so upset. I saved your life. It’s a small price to pay.”“I feel like I need to take a damn shower and wash my mouth out with soap…” You smiled serenely at him for a moment and then stepped back and glanced over your shoulder. “Did you get it?”Sam stepped out with his smartphone still pointed in Dean’s direction. “Every word,” he said with a smile.“Excellent.”“Whoa, whoa! Hey!” Dean pointed vehemently at Sam. “That is so not okay!”“It’s just a little memento for me,” you said, taking in Dean’s harried expression. “And perhaps ten to fifteen of my closest friends.” Sam laughed and shook his head. “You have to admit it, Dean. She saved our asses on this case. Turns out not all witches are bad,” Sam said.Dean was still eyeing you a little angrily.Sam clapped a hand onto his shoulder. “Have you really forgotten what you said when we first saw Y/N?”Dean’s eyes went a little round. “Sam—Don’t—” There was warning in his tone.“Ohhh! Juicy! Do tell!” you prodded the younger Winchester.“He said he was gonna pick you up. I’m pretty sure he used the words ‘charming’ and ‘ridiculously hot’ within the first two minutes,” Sam said, truly enjoying how uncomfortable Dean was.Your smile widened. “Really? Hmm. Well, if you’re still interested, you know where to find me,” you said, shooting Dean a look that made his face flush. “Don’t forget to send me that file, Sam. Be good, boys.” And with one final glance over your shoulder, you were gone.Sam took in the look on his brother’s face. “Admit it, Dean. You’re smitten. Witch or not.””Shut up, Sam.” But he was still staring in the direction you’d gone and trying to come up with an excuse to stay in town…Prompt: “I saved your life.” -- source link

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