Dean had always found driving relaxing. It was his way of letting his mind let go, not focusing on anything and trying to forget the nightmare that was his life. But for some reason on this drive, he couldn't relax.
Beck sat in shotgun beside him, earbuds in and her window down. The wind danced through her wild hair, flushing her cheeks and brightening her dark eyes.
The way the sun highlighted her cheekbones and glinted over her hair was devastatingly attractive. Dean was entranced, unable to focus on anything but her.
"What is it?" Beck asked, suddenly jolting him out of his trance.
"Nothing." He said, shaking his head and turning back to the road.
"You sure?" She asked, giving him a strange look.
Dean nodded, keeping his eyes on the road. Beck let it go, taking out her earbuds and sticking her arm out the window.
"Beck?"
"Yes Dean?" She turned to face him, her hair wild around her face and her eyes glowing.
"You're beautiful, you know that?" He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.
She ducked her head, cheeks reddening. "Uh, well thanks Dean…" She muttered, not meeting his eye.
Dean grinned, facing the open road.