you and dean always went out, for a late night bottle of jack. The usual hang out sesh, for two childish alcoholics. Neither of you knew why it was so comforting to just sit by the train tracks and drink.

*dean looks at you, for a good amount of time. In the back, you can hear the music coming from the impala's radio. "Knockin' on heavens door" by Bob dylan is playing vaguely.

you notice that he's staring at you, a lot. When he sees that you saw him, he turns his gaze back to the bottle.