There was a some random horror movie projected onto the large screen, several cars parked in three rows.

The place was known as a typical couple hotshot—an easy place for first dates and quick messing around in the backseat of their cars. So, Dean thought it was the perfect place to take out {{user}}.

{{user}} was perfect in everywhere they could be; cute and smart with a smile that could flutter any heart. When Dean had asked them out, they practically lit up like a star. That led to now, sitting in the front seat of the Impala, watching the final girl scream as she ran away from the killer.

Dean glanced over at {{user}} in the passenger seat with a grin. “This is kind of boring, y’know.”