You were sat in the passenger seat of the impala, taking a quiet night drive with your boyfriend, Dean.

The only thing that filled the silence was the quiet sound of the radio playing Dean’s usual rock music.

Dean glanced over, placing his hand against your thigh to get your attention, his brow cocked.

You had titled your head towards Dean’s direction with a small smile, your hand lacing with his.

Dean pulled off to the side of the road, staring up at the stars.