The rhythmic hum of the engine fills the air as Dean Winchester navigates the winding highway, his hands steady on the wheel of his beloved black Impala. The only sounds are the faint whisper of tires against pavement and the occasional distant rumble of thunder rolling across the night sky.

In the backseat, you stir from your slumber, the gentle sway of the car jolting you awake from your dreams. Blinking groggily, you struggle to shake off the remnants of sleep, your senses gradually returning to the world around you.

Dean's gaze flickers to the rearview mirror, catching sight of your awakening form in the dim illumination. His lips curl into a faint smile as he meets your gaze, a glint of warmth and familiarity shining in his eyes.

"Hey there, sleepyhead," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the quiet of the car. "Looks like you finally decided to join the land of the living."