Dean smiled at the idea of them sleeping in her car, which they hadn’t had to do in forever.  HIs gaze fell into a mesmerized smirk, just taking in the way she looked at him.  She always seemed to see him as so much more than he ever could believe he was worth.  

He barely felt the rain coming down around them lightly, as he stared at her, the hair across his forehead slowly becoming dampened and falling from it’s normally upright place.  Dean slowly lifted his own face to the cold rain, smiling and squeezing his eyes shut, before bringing his face back to hers.

As she continued to give him the look that made his heart flutter, he had an urge to kiss her.  The alcohol caused the feeling to scream through his mind, but surprisingly, she beat him to it.  Gripping her hair that his hand was still wrapped up in, he pulled her closer and kissed her back deeply, his other hand coming up  to hold her face to his.

It was cheesy.  It was romantic.  It was the exact sort of thing she loved, and it just added to the teenaged feeling of the entire moment.  The rain just egged him on, as a small rumble of thunder rolled around them, and the falling rain picked up, falling loudly against the gravel.

His heart fluttered up into his throat as he felt his shirt soaking through, just feeding on the moment of no worry, for once.  He was too drunk, and content to care much about the rest of the world.