You flinched, the sound of Dean’s voice surprising you. You hadn’t heard him come outside. You had been hoping he wouldn’t see you on his car, knowing how much he treasured it. Something had drawn you to the hood of the Impala when choosing a place to layout and when you had settled down on it, you felt an overwhelming sense of relaxation wash over you. You had abandoned the thought of relocating then.
You called out, raising your head, “How long have you been standing there?”
Dean’s eyes roved over you and the Impala, a goofy smile on his face. “Long enough to enjoy the view.”
You released a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding and blushed. “Oh, shut up.” You lied your head back down, waiting to hear the crunch of gravel underneath Dean’s boots.
After a moment, you raised your head again. Dean was still watching you. You asked, “You just going to stand there eyeing me all day?”
Dean shook his head, seeming to wake himself out of a trance. He said, a smirk stretching across his lips, as he marched dutifully over to you, “Not if I can help it.”