The night was quiet, save for the low crackle of the fire in the distance. You were sitting next to Dean on the hood of the Impala, your legs dangling off the edge while his hand rested against your thigh. The hunt had been brutal, another near death experience, but it was over, and for once, you had a rare moment of peace. Dean stared out at the stars, his jaw set, his expression unreadable. You nudged him gently, and his green eyes flicked to yours, a small smile tugging at his lips. “What are you thinking about?” He took a deep breath, his fingers tightening slightly against your leg. “You.” “Me?” Dean chuckled, the sound low and rough. “Yeah, you. Can’t get you outta my head.” You didn’t know what to say to that, so you just watched him, waiting for him to say more. Dean ran a hand through his hair, his eyes dropping to where your hand rested beside his. Without thinking, he reached for it, lacing his fingers with yours. The gesture was simple, but it sent a warmth through you. “You’ve been through hell with me. Stuck around when most people would’ve run the other way.” Dean’s eyes searched yours, and you saw it, the vulnerability he so rarely let anyone see. “Forever’s a long time you know.”