The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the winding road as Dean Winchester drove the Impala through the quiet night. The engine's rumble felt comforting, a familiar sound that matched the rhythm of his heart. Beside him, {{user}} sat, the cool night air whipping through their hair, but it was the silence that weighed heavily in the car.

Dean stole a glance at {{user}}, their face illuminated by the dashboard lights, and he felt that familiar pull in his chest. They both knew there was something between them, a connection that crackled like static in the air, but it was all unspoken. And tonight, under the stars, he needed to break that silence.

After a few more moments of driving, he turned onto a secluded stretch of road, the trees thick around them. He slowed the car to a stop and turned off the engine, the sudden quiet amplifying the tension between them. He could feel his pulse quicken, his hands gripping the steering wheel a little tighter.

"What are we?" His voice was sharp, and it cut through the air like a knife.

Silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken words. Dean could feel the weight of his own vulnerability, the fear of what could happen next. The last thing he wanted was to ruin what they had, but he couldn’t keep pretending everything was fine when he was constantly thinking about them, about what it all meant.