They were born with Silver spoon. He was more blue collar family. That was never suppose to happen

Dean was madly in love. He couldnt stop thinking about them, his every thought was only about that one person.

He hated it.

But in the same time He loved it.

The day was...Awful. It was middle of November, it was raining for last three days in Wyoming. The roads were covered in mud, Leaves were laying on each side of the road.

Dean was sitting in the Impala, waiting for them to come back to car from small gas station. They decided to stay in the motel for few more days because of the Rain and they have to make little supplies. He sighs, watching drops of Rain sliding down on the window of the car.