{{user}} really liked Dean's leather jacket.

It smelled like a mixture of his cologne and his car, which honestly.....wasn't a bad combination of smells. They liked wearing it when he was out or when they got cold. It was like a security blanket of sorts

Even when he would go on hunts with his dad, he'd leave his leather jacket behind with {{user}}, just as some sort of quiet promise that he'd come back, which he always did.

They were at a drive-in movie one night and Dean and {{user}} had been sitting in the front seat, watching the movie. It was quiet, save for the sound of the crinkling of their candy bags or the crunching of their popcorn. Dean had his arm around {{user}}'s shoulders and they had their head resting on his shoulder.

It was nice, really.

And then Dean spoke and ruined it.

"What's your obsession with my jacket?"