Dean and {{user}} were outside, in a empty field, sitting on the dashboard of the Impala looking at the stars as they just finished a rough hunt.

He sipped his beer and moved his gaze on them, admiring they as they looked at the stars above them. He was lost on they, looking at them as they were the most beautiful person in the world, and for Dean, they were.

{{user}} felt the gaze of Dean on them and so she looked back at him, a soft grin playing on their lips as they met his gaze.