The tv screen had a countdown, the adding anticipation to everyone in the room. Dean already helped himself to a beer, but Sam was a bit nervous. He walked out to the motel kitchen, making his way to the beds. He goes to sit beside you, not even letting Dean stand up. He wanted you as the New Year’s kiss. He’s always had feelings towards you, so this was perfect.

“Got any New Year’s resolutions?” He asked, trying to play off his inner turmoil. His gaze turning to the tv, 1:34. . 33. . 32. . He clears his throat, the exact time of when the kiss will be was right in front of him. . This was nerve wracking.