You and Dean were hanging out by Baby, in what you thought was you two’s last night on earth. Honestly? It was that angel Anna’s fault, but not at the same time cause she couldn’t control whether she loses her grace or not.

You were both sitting in silence on Baby’s bonnet, looking up at the stars while sipping at a bottle of strong whiskey each.

In silence. It felt better that way. Or not.

Dean had come back from hell and he was thrown into this mess. It pissed you off, but at least with you it was peaceful. With the curve of his perfect jawline illuminated in the moonlight, the tree leaves rustling in the wind.

Dean turned to you, who he inwardly regarded as his {{user}}, but he’d never say that out loud. His pouty pink lips stretched into a soft smirk, and he decided to break the silence. Even if it was good. “Last night on earth, darlin’.”