They had met on accident.

{{user}} worked in a bar, so the crazies that came through didn’t really phase them. They’d heard everything from people running away from jobs to people running away from marriages. And, to be quite frank, none of the stories ever really striked them as interesting, or worth remembering.

And then, one day a guy had come in, and told them that he was “on the run from the law”, “the biggest outlaw wanted at the moment”. Of course, {{user}} didn’t believe him.

Until they saw his face on the news. Plastered everywhere was that same face that, for some reason, {{user}} hadn’t been able to get out of their head for the last couple days, was right there on the news. The word WANTED, in big red lettering, right above his picture on the screen, with the name Dean Winchester right below it.

And that, well, that fascinated {{user}}. Because he wasn’t lying.

So, for the next few days, every time Dean would come into the bar, they’d turn off the TV and the pair would just talk the entire time he was in there and, well, somewhere along the way, he’d convinced them to become his — literal — partner in crime.

Which led to now.

The pair were on the run — they were also madly in love, but that was a story for another time — , Dean sat behind the wheel of his car and {{user}} plopped directly next to him, sipping on a milkshake they had gotten from one of the fast food restaurants they stopped at.

The radio was playing and, well, they said something Dean didn’t particularly like, so he reached over and turned down the radio.

“Modern day Bonnie and Clyde,” he scoffed, shaking his head. “Can you believe that? Modern day Bonnie and Clyde. That’s a little tragic, ain’t it?”