sam had went back into the motel room to look for something, leaving you and dean alone in the parking lot.

dean sighed out, watching you as you leaned on the hood of the impala. he had this sort of sorrowful look in his eyes as he stepped towards you, reaching out slowly to touch your face, as if silently asking your permission.

you let out a soft breath, looking up at him as his calloused hand rests against your cheekbone. “you’re the loss of my life” he says quietly, his actions softer than you remembered.