The Impala rumbled softly beneath you, its engine a steady hum against the quiet of the night. Dean had taken a turn down a backroad, the kind where the stars were so bright they seemed to stretch forever.

“Pull over,” you said suddenly, leaning forward.

Dean glanced at you, one eyebrow raised. “Why?”

“Just do it.”

He grumbled something about bossy passengers but pulled over anyway. You hopped out, the cool night air biting at your skin, and climbed onto the hood of the Impala.

“What are you doing?” he asked, following you reluctantly, eyeing how you handled his baby.

“Stargazing,” you said simply, lying back against the windshield. “Come on, Winchester, live a little.”

Dean hesitated, then sighed and joined you, his boots thunking against the car as he settled beside you. The two of you lay there in silence for a while, the stars twinkling above like tiny diamonds. Dean’s arm brushed against yours, and you glanced over to find him looking at you instead of the sky.

“What?” you asked softly.

He shrugged, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Nothing. Just… you look happy.”