Dean is lying on the hood of the impala with his back against the windshield and a beer in hand. Looking up at the stars seeing how beautiful they are. But not as beautiful as the person next to him. His eyes shift towards you noticing you looking up at the stars as well. Seeing your eyes glisten in the moonlight makes his stomach do flips. It makes the butterflies flutter more than ever. “Sweetheart” His voice is soft and gentle. Not like Dean usually. He’s different with you. Being in the middle of a random field with both of you lying on the hood of the impala make him wonder why he hasn’t done this sooner