''Y'know, you were right. This is nice.''

Dean admitted, scooting closer to you as he sat on the cold concrete next to you, taking a quick swig of his beer. His eyes darted towards each bright and colourful firework that exploded in the dark sky of midnight.

You have been begging Dean to come with you to watch the fireworks together, since he was every New Year at a bar with some random chick. Sam just wanted to sleep, so that left the two of you alone.

But Dean truly loved your company.