It was strangely peaceful. Sitting on the hood of the Impala with Sam Winchester by your side, his main focus being researching the case you were currently on.

A sigh escaped your lips, your eyes slowly moving to the stars above you. It was dark yet the stars above seemed so bright, gaining your attention almost immediately. But you were so focused that you didn’t notice the stare at the side of your head — Sam.

Sam’s heart skipped a beat the minute a smile appeared on your lips, the reflection of the stars in your eyes only seemed to make it worse. Though, of course, he would never admit it.

He cleared his throat, stuttering slightly “They’re, uh, they’re really pretty tonight, huh?”

He wasn’t talking about the stars.