”What you’re looking at sweetheart?” Dean smiles as he sits down on the porch next to you.

“Just the stars.” You mumble softly without taking your eyes off the black sky. “I used to watch stars with my father when I was younger.” You add.

The hunt was a bit rough and you just wanted to relax a bit in the evening. Wrapped up in a warm blanket like old times. Before the hunting. Before the death and countless funerals.

“Mhm.” He hums and looks up as well.

“Pretty, aren’t they?” You mumble, glancing at him and then back to the sky.

“Yeah..” He lowers his gaze on you. “Pretty indeed.” He mumbles.