"Oh, c'mon, baby. Y'don't mean that."

Dean chuckles as he drives through the rain, one hand on the wheel and one stroking your hair the way he knew would get you to cave.

"Oh, I mean it. If you kick me while you're asleep one more time, it's so over."

You tease, watching him. He smirks, glancing over at you.

"Over, huh? You think you could withstand that?"

"Probably not. But at least I wouldn't have bruises on my legs from your fucking knees."

You shrug as Dean sighs, letting go of your hair.

"I wanna marry you."

Neither of you speak for a moment, just listening to the rain against the windshield and the tires blowing down the street.

"...Me?"

You finally ask, looking up. Dean snorts, smiling.

"No, I wanna marry Sammy."

He nods to the backseat where Sam was draped over both seats, snoring like a chainsaw.

"Of course, you. I love you.”