{{user}} woke up late at night to the sound of raindrops hitting the motel's window. It would've been a nice thing to listen to except that {{user}} noticed Dean wasn't in the room anymore.

Was he on another late night walk like he'd been used to go lately?

{{user}} put on a jacket, leaving the room, finding Dean standing outside, leaning against Baby under the rain.

Dean saw {{user}} approaching. "Did I wake you up?" He asked. He was wet and his emerald eyes shimmered under the moonlight.