9. Drive
She had told him to keep driving. That was a sign. That was one of the first signs. They were meant to be. He was drawn to her and she had told him to keep driving. She had a boyfriend, and in that moment, he knew she didn't care. He knew that she had chosen him. Dean didn't matter now.
It was just the two of them. The world was outside that car, leaving the two of them inside a protective bubble that allowed them to be themselves.
He questioned her about her life and her boyfriend; he in return got honest answers and inquiries of her own. He was evasive. It came natural to him, but she didn't seem to mind. She let him be himself.
She was the only person in this town he could connect to. The only one that understood him. He liked that. She was the only one that he could respect.
He kept driving. Just to keep the measly minutes of happiness going. He would've kept driving forever, if that little furry thing hadn't gotten in the way.
They crashed and reality came back.
Now, thinking back on it, he thought of that happiness he had. He smiled at the memories of her telling him to keep driving.