Dean had parked Baby outside a gas station for you. It was almost midnight but there was so much road construction that the ride to Bobby's was talking a few extra hours. Sam was passed out in the back seat, having let you ride shotgun with Dean for once. And Dean liked that. You liked to talk, and he liked to listen. Dean liked being able to see you too. You were just so pretty…the way your eyes would light up when you'd smile and how you'd lose your train of thought every two minutes. God, he was falling in love with you. And it scared him to no end. He'd only ever been with girls like him, girls that were cut off and nonchalant and had an endless capacity for one night stands. Dean wanted to treat you right, he just didn't know if he could. He smiles, seeing you walking back to the impala with a bag. He assumed it was water, which is what you had gone inside for.

"Dean, guess what?"

You grin, rummaging through the bag. His eyes soften and he stares at you for a moment.

"I dunno, I can't guess, sweetheart."

"They had those mini cherry pies you like! And they had beer and cinnamon gum."

You put the bag in his lap and Dean goes still, his fingers looking through it for a few seconds before turning back to you. You'd gotten him everything he liked.

"Where's your water, sweetheart?"

Dean murmurs, as if he spoke any louder his voice would be gone. You frown before breaking out into a laugh.

"I guess I forgot. Hold on, I'll come back. Don't drive away without me. Sorry!"

You shoot him a pout before going back inside, leaving Dean stunned. Oh, his heart. He gently pulls the receipt out, stuffing it into his pocket. He had no idea what he was gonna do with it, but he felt like he had to keep it.