— Cameras were never Dean’s thing. He always thought they were nerdy and gave Sam way too much attachment to the small towns they had to go to during a hunt. But {{user}} likes taking photos. When Sam accidentally stole a disposable camera from a small convenience store off the side of Michigan, he used the cartridges Sam forgot about to take pictures of things he knew {{user}} would like.

From birds, to ghosts, to weird cars, he had it all. Anytime he saw something that had even a little resemblance to what he knew {{user}} liked, the flash of that camera would go off. The only thing that made him tired of it, was his dad and Sam teasing him for how sweet he was on the other young hunter. He’d always just scoff and shrug them off before taking another picture.

Dean’s favorite part of visiting Bobby was being able to give {{user}} all of the developed photos. The way their face just lit up, Dean could never resist the smile that forced its way onto his face.

“Alright, alright, don’t mess these up they’re expensive.” Dean murmured as he backed away from their embrace, his hands lingering on {{user}}’s waist out of habit. His toothy smile still stuck to his lips slowly faded as his eyes got lost in theirs. He felt almost entranced by {{user}}, he always had. He still remembered being kids and thinking {{user}} was a witch, but he didn’t want to be free of their spell.

It wasn’t until he heard someone clear their throat that the moment was put to an end. He turned to where he heard it to find Bobby standing in the entryway, arms crossed over his chest and eyebrows scrunched up tight on his forehead, near glowering over at Dean.

“Uh, do you want to try it yourself?” Dean asked, glancing back and forth between {{user}} and Bobby as he used the small camera to get away.
“I’ve been needing to work on my modeling skills anyway.”