**I almost hated writing this part. I hated having to decide who. It came down to between Sam or Dean, and they both could have been the chosen one. I went with votes from this website, and also on A03 where I post this story too, and the votes were so close!! There were about five more votes for one brother than the other. I couldn't pick, so I went with the votes. No matter what, please don't be mad! And I'm sorry if I've disappointed some of you!

You had feelings for both brothers, that was certain. There were different things about each brother that drew you to them, that made them special in their each way. But one seemed to draw you in more than the other, and he was the one haunting your thoughts and dreams. While you had been stuck in this hell hole of a cabin, your thoughts had turned to him, and how in such a short period of time you couldn't imagine life without him in it.

So when you heard the Impala roaring outside, the first thought in your mind had been him, nothing else. Throwing the door open, you rushed outside into the cool mountain air, where three men were climbing out of the classic car. Two men turned to stare at you, both with looks of relief, and something a little more hard to discern. Knowing no matter what you did, someone would feel hurt, you couldn't help yourself as your bare feet pounded down the wooden porch, to the packed dirt in front of the cabin. Rushing down the stairs, you rounded the Impala, jumping into a set of strong arms. Arms that automatically tightened around you to hold you in place, even as the body held stiff in surprise. It took him a moment to understand what had just happened, that you had made your choice. But when he did, his arms pulled you to him in a tight embrace, his head pressed against your hair as he held you tight.

Sam cleared his throat, his voice a little clogged as he tried to speak. "You know what, Cas and I will just go wait inside."

You nodded, but didn't move as you heard him and Cas head inside. It felt amazing to have Dean's arms around you, pressed tightly to his chest. "Y/N, when you took off." His deep voice vibrated against your head, his words conveying how terrifying it was for him.

"I'm sorry, but I didn't think I had any other choice." You answered him, as his hand slid down to your neck, tilting your head back so you could look at him. His green eyes shown in the dim forest lighting, full of care and concern, something you hadn't been sure you would ever see pointed your way.

"There's always another way." He murmured, resting his palm against your cheek. You leaned into the touch, relishing in the touch of his callused skin against your smooth cheek. You watched as Dean licked his full bottom lip, before leaning down, closing the distance between the two of you. "I shouldn't do this. I should be mad at you, yelling at you for being so stupid." He whispered, his words a breath away from your lips. "But all I can think about are those pink lips against mine."

Before you could even reply, his lips were pressed tightly against your own, his head tilting at just the right angle. You moved your arms up, wrapping them around his shoulders, as he moved to your lower waist, pressing you even tighter against him. Opening your mouth in a silent gasp, he took that as an invitation, pressing his tongue forward, into the warm recess of your mouth.

As his lips learned all the crevices of yours, his hands drifted down, wrapping themselves around the globes of your butt, squeezing and lifting, until you wanted to wrap your legs around him. Before you acted on your urge, he pulled his lips from yours, leaning his head against your forehead. "Wow." Was all he muttered, and you blushed. "I've been wanting to do that ever since I caught you when you jumped off the roof. But that was even better than I had imagined."

You agreed with him, with your whole heart. But you knew that no matter how good it felt, how right, you were still hurting someone that meant a lot to you too. "Dean, I hate to say this, but what about Sam?"

You felt him pull back, and away from you, cursing under his breath. "Damn it, you're right. I knew he had feelings for you too. What kind of brother am I to take his girl away from him?" Dean said, already beating himself up.

"Dean stop." You said, placing your hand on one of his broad shoulders. "It's not completely your fault. Most of it's mine. I might have led him on, because I liked him too. But being apart has made me realize that I care for you. More than I could ever care for him. I chose you."

He pulled you tight to him once again, pressing a kiss to your hair. "And I'm thanking my stars that you did. Even if it will hurt Sammy, I can't help but be ecstatic that you chose me."

"I think I should go in, and talk to him." You said. "He might listen to me, and give me a chance to explain things."

Dean nodded, rubbing his mouth with his hand. "Fine." I'll give you five minutes, then I'm coming in."

Taking a deep, steadying breath, you slowly walked inside, planning your words carefully. Cas and Sam were sitting at the small table, an old book spread out between them. Hearing the door creak open, Sam's eyes shot to yours, eyes that held pain, but also acceptance in them.

"Hey Cas, can I talk to Sam for a minute. Alone?" You asked the Angel, and he stood up, heading outside to where Dean was leaning against the Impala. Taking the now empty seat, you looked Sam's way.

"Sam, I'm sorry. I know this must be hard for you. I know something might have happened between us, but I couldn't help my feelings for your brother. Please don't hate us." You pleaded, and he turned his steady hazel eyes your way.

"Hate you? I could never hate you, or Dean. Am I hurt? Of course. You're an amazing, beautiful and kind woman, and I had come to care for you, very much. But Dean deserves this." He explained carefully, surprising you with how calm he was taking things.

"You know, you don't have to lie to me. I know you're hurt, but I can't believe you're not mad at me. Or yelling." You insisted, your arguments completely thrown off.

He shrugged, a long lock of hair falling down, blocking his eye. "What would that accomplish? But seriously, I will be okay. And Dean, he needs a chance at a romance, at a real relationship. I've had that chance. It might have not lasted, but at least I felt what love could be like. He hasn't, and he deserves to. And no matter how much I like you, you chose Dean. So I might be hurt for a while, but I understand."

You reached over, pulling him into a big hug. "Thank you. Thank you for being so understanding, when you didn't have to be. I really hope this doesn't hurt our relationship, and we can still be friends."

"Of course we can." He said, giving you a small, sad smile just as the door opened and Dean and Cas walked back in.

"Is everything okay?" Dean asked, glancing between you and his brother. Both of you nodded at the same time, and a relieved smile broke out on Dean's face before he slid into the chair across from Sam, next to you. "Good. Now that's all taken care of, how about we talk about what's in this book, and how it pertains to you."

**There it is, she chose Dean. In the end it seemed fitting, especially with all of your votes. I hope that even if you were voting for Sam, you stick with this book. If not, thank you so much for reading it. And thanks to all of you who have voted or commented about this story.**