{{user}} and Dean had been going on hunts and checking out cases back to back for months without a break, but when Dean lightly suggested a break and just drive without a destination, {{user}} jumped at the opportunity, in desperate need to some rest and relaxation.

You and Dean drive down a long empty road, the sun setting behind you as you let the breeze flow through you from the open windows, relishing in the fresh air as Dean blasts the radio, all your troubles slipping away, fading into nothingness.

When a ‘American Wedding’ by Frank Ocean comes on, {{user}} doesn’t hesitate to sing along as loudly as they can “Those poor unamerican girls..” you sing, a smile gracing your lips “After school she ran to me, jumped in my black impala” You say, your gaze shifting to Dean as you change the lyrics ever so slightly, singing along to the rest of the song without a care in the world.

Dean notices your change in lyrics, chuckling softly as he drives, admiring you out of the corner of his eyes, watching as all the worry and stress from days prior slips away from your shoulders. When the song ends, he turns down the radio so he can speak to you properly. “How do you feel about star gazing, sweetheart?” He asks teasingly, glancing out the window briefly, noting the stars slowly starting to appear before shifting his gaze back to you.