Your head nodded and slipped off your hand, which was propping up your chin, and snapped you awake. You blinked several times in quick succession, bringing yourself out of the sleepy fog. You caught Dean looking at you and his lips flashed a small amused smile for a brief moment.
“You okay?” he asked.
You straightened up. “Yeah. Fine. I’m good.”
He smiled again. “You don’t have to stay awake. Why don’t you go catch a few z’s in the Impala? I can wait here for Sam on my own.”
“No, I’m okay,” you said, waving him off, clearing your throat. “I just need to walk around for a minute or something.” You stood up from the bench and made a small circle in the thick grass nearby, prodding at a pretty fallen leaf with your boot. You reached down and picked it up, smiling at the perfect symmetry and the rich green color. You twirled the stem between your fingers and when you looked up Dean was watching you with a glow in his eyes. You felt suddenly warm beneath his gaze. “What?” you asked, aware that your cheeks were probably coloring.
He shook his head, his lips still curved in a smile that was all too rare. “Nothing,” he said. The deep gravel in his voice sent you reeling.
You licked your lips nervously and bit the bottom one, still absently twirling the leaf in your fingers. The air between you was tense and Dean seemed to be on the edge of saying something more, but he instead only continued to peer at you with an expression that was making you dizzy.
He wanted to tell you that you amazed him–that he didn’t know how you could live this life and still notice all the little things, like a pretty leaf on the ground. And he wanted to tell you how when you lit up with happiness at those little things, it lit him up too.