Kiss me, beneath the milky twilight.

The radio played lightly as you and Dean sat upon the hood of the impala, beers in hand as you stared up at the stars.

Nights like these were rare, but so peaceful. You and Dean would go somewhere hight up every so often, and drink the night away. And right now? Right now was the time where you’d sit in silence and admire the peace.

While Dean, on the other hand, would sit and admire you.