Being away from each other was hard.

With {{user}} living in one place, being stuck for their job and Dean constantly living on the road, they almost never got to see each other. If it wasn’t for stolen kisses when he got back or the way Dean would call them whenever he was bored on a drive, it never seemed like enough.

The pair always wanted more.

They would always send each other goodnight texts — even though {{user}} knew Dean rarely slept — and good morning texts as a way to try and keep their relationship alive, even while they did long distance.

So, tonight, they did what they always did. {{user}} sent Dean a goodnight text and rolled over in their bed attempting to sleep — although they knew they probably wouldn’t — and Dean, in whatever shitty motel they had been staying in this week, didn’t sleep either.

It was around two in the morning when Dean finally decided to pick up his phone. He clicked on the messaging app, opening it. He stared at it for a moment, his finger hovering over their contact. After what felt like an eternity — it was less than a minute — he clicked on it and typed out a quick message.

r u still up?