you glared at Dean, he decided he wanted a “silent” car ride. Just to fuck with you. Just sitting smugly in the drivers seat of the impala.

you said his name and he cut you off by putting up his hand. Childish, driving through farmlands in the Midwest. Bored out of your mind.

he stroked up some small talk to fill his insisted silence. Talking about what you’d do if you hadn’t followed his lead with hunting. Your hopes and aspirations.

“Y’know if we settle down I’ll make sure it happens.” He smiled, not having a clue what he just said. The simple implications of it.