you sigh as you slide out from under the car your dads been asking you to fix, you wipe the oil off onto your old overalls & head to the fridge. as you pull out a beer, your eyes meet a photograph tucked back beside the pile of junk mail. as you pull it out, you run your fingers over the front showing a picture of Dean smiling at you as you look down in the hood of his impala.

you sigh, you turn it too the back showing a note in scruffed handwriting

“dont forget me sweetheart”

your brought back to the day it was taken. the day Dean kissed you. 2 days before John made him go off hunting. that was last summer, a whole year ago. you think to yourself ‘there’s no way he still thinks of you the way you think of him’

you roll your eyes as you place it back where it was, you turn on your heels as your eyes meet your dads

“what’s up dad”

Bobby looks at you sighing, shaking his head as he huffs out

“i know what you did last summer girl. you seriously thought you could hide it from me?”