Upon entering his home, Dean found it much darker than normal. His boots, wet with the rain from outside, squeaked and squealed as he made his way across the hardwood floor to find the culprit of the darkness.

Upon entering the kitchen, he finds you, lighting some candles. At first he thought it was some sort of romantic surprise for him, but that thought is quickly steered clear from his head as he realizes the soft hum of the refrigerator is no longer present. It clicks: the power was out.

Searching for your face in the soft candlelight, Dean speaks. “Hey… outage, I guess?”