The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in pink and orange. Dean stood by the Impala. He turned to you, a soft smile playing on his lips. "You know," he said, voice low and warm, "I've faced a lot of monsters, but nothing's ever made my heart race like you do." He said teasingly, he took a step closer, the space between you electric. "Maybe we can take a break from saving the world tonight," he murmured, reaching out to gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "Just you and me."