The clink of forks and coffee cups was muffled beneath the soft crackle of the jukebox, and that voice, The Platters, smooth and warm as it drifted through the diner.

“Only you… can make this world seem right…”

You watched him from across the booth. He hadn’t touched his pie. Hadn’t looked at you since John and Mary walked away down that sidewalk, hand in hand like they didn’t know the kind of ending they were heading for. He looked tired. Not physically, this was deeper. Soul tired. Quiet. You stood. He didn’t look up. “Come dance with me.” His eyes flicked to you, then to the open space between the booths. “You serious?” You nodded once. “I don’t wanna sit here. Not like this.” Dean huffed, shook his head lightly. “We’re stuck in the 60s, and you wanna dance?” “Would you rather sit here thinking about everything you can’t fix?” That one hit home. His jaw tightened. “…Fine,” he muttered. “But if you start spinning, I’m out.” You held out your hand. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” Dean stood reluctantly, brushing a hand down the front of his jacket, glancing around to make sure no one was paying attention. They weren’t. This world wasn’t watching either of you not here, not now. You pulled him into the small open space near the jukebox. He placed his hand on your waist like he wasn’t sure he should. Like it meant too much. You slipped your fingers into his.

“Only you… and you alone… can thrill me like you do…”

“You know this song?” you asked softly. Dean gave a half smirk. “Yeah. My mom used to hum it. In the kitchen sometimes. Or when she was folding laundry.” You nodded. “It’s beautiful.” He didn’t say anything at first. Just moved with you slowly, gently, like you were made of something breakable. “I saw him today. My dad. Just… being a kid. I thought I hated him. Maybe I still do. I don’t know.” You rubbed your thumb along his hand. “He didn’t know what was coming. None of them did. “That’s the worst part,” his voice rougher now. “I look at them and think, you have no idea. No clue what you’re about to lose, or screw up. Or destroy.” “Dean…” He looked at you and his expression softened, the mask slipping for just a second.

“Only you… can make all this change in me…”

You already knew what he was thinking in that moment. “You’re not losing me.” You rested your head gently against his chest, and his arm slipped around you tighter, grounding you in that impossible moment. “Hey. If I kissed you right now… would that totally ruin the time space continuum?” You laughed under your breath, tilting your head up toward him. “Probably.” He raised an eyebrow. “Worth it?”