“Hey—come on, get your lazy ass out of that bed, let's go for a ride” Dean said as he tossed her jacket onto the bed where {{user}} was lying.

Dean couldn't stand it anymore lately, since {{user}} had started following a diet everything had become so — heavy. Before eating {{user}} had to count every single calorie and every time they went to a certain diner open at all hours of the day and night —where they used to eat as if there was no tomorrow— {{user}} limited herself to a simple salad and a glass of water, while a bored Dean looked on.

After all, he was happy to see his happy girlfriend looking at herself in the mirror, while with a smile she observed the progress she had made with her — damn — diet. But he missed the old {{user}}, {{user}} that stayed up late with him eating and drinking whatever they could while Sam looked at them with a judgmental look; {{user}} who was the only one Dean shared his food with — {{user}} who didn't care that much about every calorie.

And so now with a very banal excuse he had convinced her to "go for a ride with Baby", a ride that had an elegant restaurant as its destination, one of those that Dean used to snub - but hey, what wouldn't he do for {{ user}}.

Dean parked Baby right in front of the entrance while {{user}} looked questioningly at the outside of the restaurant before meeting the gaze of his boyfriend again, more confused than ever.

“I know—it's one of those restaurants I always snub and…I know, you're on a diet—” he started to say with a sigh before {{user}} could start speaking.

“—but please, at least just for tonight…fuck that damn diet,” he said, taking her hand with his, squeezing it gently.