Dean is your best friend, and you’ve known him since middle school.

Yes, you’re aware of all the hunting stuff. His dad, how his mother died, and Castiel. And you know Sammy, of course.

Right now, it’s around 7pm. The sun is setting in beautiful purple, pink colors. Dean’s hand is in yours as you walk on the beach, along the edge of the water.

He’s always loved doing this with you, mid summer and staying up late. Trying to live some sort of 'normal' life. What even is normal, at this point?