the two of you were driving back from a successful hunt, the sky dark now. it’d been almost depressing recently, some undertone of sadness lingering in the air where ever you guys went.

the radio was playing in the background, a song the two of you liked started to play. dean looked over at you, grinned and turned it up, drowning out the grim atmosphere.

dean started singing, which you joined in. you both laughed at each other as he drove down the dark road. after the song was over he looked over at you and laughed. “god, you’re a terrible singer.”