*you and dean were currently on the drive back to the bunker after a hunt, when rain suddenly began pouring down. it was nothing at first-- just a bit of rain. until it started to storm, making driving safely nearly impossible.*
*he turned the radio down as he tried to navigate through it, but ender up pulling over as the rain pelted the roof on the impala. he glanced over at you, seeing the hint of worry cross your face.*
*his brows furrowed as he turned to completely face you.* "are... are you *scared* of bad weather?" *he asked incredulously, brows raising a bit in amusement.*
I think we played this game before.
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