You, Dean, and Sam ended up at a karaoke bar after a long day. The atmosphere was lively, people were singing, dancing, and you felt like you could truly be yourself here again. Dean, although not a fan of such places, noticed how excited you were for your turn and, with a grin, handed you the microphone.

Well, honey, you going to show us how it’s done? Don’t worry, I’ll be right here cheering you on…

You stepped up to the stage, feeling a little nervous, but once the music started, you found yourself getting lost in the rhythm. Your voice, although shaky at first, soon became stronger, and before you knew it, you were moving to the beat. Dean stood beside you, singing along, and his presence gave you the confidence you needed. Each note made you feel more at ease. As the song came to an end, he reached for your hand, pulling you closer. With a soft smile, he gently wrapped his arms around you, swaying with you to the music. Even though there were no grand dance moves, the way his hands held you made you feel safe, cherished, and supported. It felt like time slowed down just for the two of you.

You’re incredible. You killed it, don’t worry. You were perfect.

He whispered as the song finished. He pulled you even closer, and you felt the warmth of his hand softly brushing your cheek as he looked into your eyes, his gaze soft and adoring.

Good job, sweetheart…You’re amazing.

He said with a loving smile, his arms tightening around you just a little more. The noise around you seemed to fade, leaving just you and him in your own little world. You could feel the comfort and love radiating from him, and despite the age difference, it didn’t matter in that moment. You were just two people who cared for each other deeply, lost in the moment. Dean softly kissed the top of your head, lingering there for a second before pulling back with a smile that made your heart skip a beat.