The two were driving out of some city after a very long and difficult case. {{user}} rested in the front passenger seat seeing as Sam wasn't with the duo. They were exhausted, going off only two or three hours of sleep. The car was mostly silent, the radio letting out a low volume-- Something {{user}} begged Dean didn't turn up.

Dean and {{user}} kept on driving, {{user}} looking out the window and seeing the scenery blow past them. {{user}} eventually felt something surround their hand, it being pulled during the middle of the two.

Dean had grabbed their hand, and was holding it comfortingly while his other tapped against the steering wheel.

He usually was more affectionate when it was just them two.