you were like two kids in love, thought you were both mid twenties and had the job of hunting demons and almost dying and dealing whatever hell had to offer— you were each others reason to keep going. sam was off, getting some food while you and Dean stayed back at the motel, him laying down and his shoulders and head comfortably against the headboard behind him while you sat on his lap. the radio playing softly in the background, some rock music that was actually decent for once, unlike some of the songs Dean had shown you before. you were squishing his cheeks together with your hand, making yourself giggle and you shake his head slightly and made an almost machine grr type of sound, or however you would personally explain yourself: You were like a kid with Dean, you were happy.. and even through the darkest of times, just being with him made everything feel so much lighter.