Cliché

November Rain

Dean was walking through a field of tall grass. Fireflies drifted with the breath, the grass swaying with. Adalyne giggled when Dean had cough up to her and tried to pull her down. She ran through the grass wordlessly. He chased after her yet again, smiling ear to ear while doing so. Adalyne let out a gasp when she saw what Dean had done. The Impala was parked in the middle of the grass, with junk food waiting. Dean saved his money to buy a couple of portable game systems. He walked over to the front of the classic chevy, popping in a Guns N' Roses cassette. Adalyne stood in the clearing, staring at the Impala with wide eyes. Dean walked back around, hugging her from behind.
"Dean this is..." Tears of joy threatened to spill.
"Well you know, cuz you're my best friend and all." Dean's face flushed pink, highlighting his freckles. "So ya know, I- uh." He stuttered, Adalyne giggled then hugged him.
"Thank you, Dean." Dean smiled and hugged back. The two climbed into the Impala, pulling food from the trunk. Pies and burgers and other unhealthy foods were spread across the front seat. Dean tossed a GameBoy at Adalyne while he was scarfing down his pie. She laughed when Dean looked at her, with pie smeared across his face.
"What?" Dean said looking as innocent as could be.
"You, you have pie all over-" Adalyne managed to laugh out. Dean touched his face, blackberry pie was on his fingers.
"You wanna help me get it?" Dean asked with a smirk. Adalyne couldn't contain her laughter and flopped over. Getting pie and burger everywhere. She froze.
"Ah, Dean I'm so sorry. I know you don't want Baby to get dirty and-" Dean leaned over and kissed her. He smiled as he pulled away.
"You're my baby, I don't care if you get my car dirty." She smiled at him softly then leaned over and finished his kiss. The kiss was longer and harsher.
Guns N' Roses filled the Impala while the two fell harder and harder in love.

♪ When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin' when I hold you
Don't you know I feel the same

Nothin' lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain

We've been through this such a long long time
Just tryin' to kill the pain, oo yeah
But love is always coming and love is always going
And no one's really sure who's lettin' go today
Walking away

If we could take the time
To lay it on the line
I could rest my head
Just knowin' that you were mine
All mine

So if you want to love me
Then darlin' don't refrain
Or I'll just end up walkin'
In the cold November rain ♪

"Do you need some time on your own? Do you need some time all alone?"
"What?"
"Everyone needs some time on their own," Dean mumbled in his sleep.
"Dean wake up already," Sam tugged at Dean's covers only for Dean to pull them back up.
"Sammy, leave me alone," Dean grumbled.
"Alright, you asked for it." And with that, Sam pushed his older brother out of his own bed.
"And I'm up!" Dean sat up and rubbed his eyes. Sam pranced out of the elder Winchester's room.
"Moose!"
"Shudup!"
Dean shuffled out of his room and into the kitchen. He went to go grab a coffee mug, he dropped it by accident. It shattered on the ground. He didn't bother to waste his breathe on cursing and just grabbed another mug. Dean sat down next to his younger brother, who was reading a book about the men of letters. Dean sipped away at his coffee while silently watching Sammy.
Castiel decided to pop in right when Dean was about to go back to his room.
"Morning Cas."
"Good morning Dean." He sat down next to Sam as Dean made his way back to his room. He and Sam exchanged looks then sam continued to read his book. Castiel sat there and looked at Dean's coffee. The mug was still full.
Dean stood in the shower. Letting the hot water push onto his skin. Water dripped down his face. He looked into the mirror, he stood there looking at his eyes. Observing the number of freckles he had splattered on his face. Adalyne would always point out those features to him. Letting him know how much she loved that his eyes were candy apple green. Letting him know that for every freckle he had, it was a friend for one of hers. Dean smiled at the memory. He finished up in the shower, having washed his hair and cleaned his body. He went back into his bedroom and threw on some clothes. A black T-shirt with a red flannel over it, and a green, hefty jacket over that. He slipped on a pair of dark, denim jeans. Some black socks to go along with his dark, coffee boots.
He finally sat back down in the dining room of the bunker. The angel was discussing a new case Dean's baby brother. From what Dean heard, in Alberton, Montana, husbands would disappear for 72 hours. After that, they'd come home and kill their families.
"Dean, ya ok with going?" Sam titles his head, waiting for his older brother to respond.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I-" Then he remembered. Alberton, Montana.
"Dean we don't have to go if you don't want to."
"No, I'll grab what we need." Dean stalked away and into the garage. Castiel looked at the younger Winchester in confusion. Sam gestured for him to leave and the angel disappeared.
Dean waited in the Impala for Sam. When they drove off, Dean popped in a Guns N' Roses cassette.