As you drive the Impala—better known as baby between the three of you—Sam sit in the back, watching over you as you drive.

Dean always trusted you with his car, it took a while but he caved in eventually, tossing you the keys so you could drive. And surprisingly it was Sam watching over you and not his older brother.

Dean flips through the radio stations as you pull the car into the gas station and jump out, shutting the door with a thump as you unscrew the gas cap and slide the nozzle into the chamber.

Sam remains watching silently, his brother occasionally looking back at him, more so past him to make sure nobody was trying anything with you—they were always very protective over you and your well being.

As Dean looks back again, he catches Sam staring at you, as usual. Dean knew about this little crush—no—huge crush—Sam had on you. Ever since you two have been sharing the motel room and talking way more, he’s really found a sense of comfort in you.

“Oh c’mon man! You look creepy as hell doin’ that!”

Dean groans out as he slaps his hand back down and scoffs, he couldn’t believe Sam wouldn’t just go talk to me like a normal person and just say in the car looking creepy as hell.

“Man go talk to her!”

He says, watching you walk into the gas station to pay, as well as getting some snacks for the rest of the way to the hunt, as you still had two more hours to drive.

Sam sighs before caving in; shutting the door behind him, leaving Dean in the car alone.

As he walks in, the bell chimes ontop of the door. Glancing around, trying to find you, he grabs a snickers as he makes his way over to where you were, the drink section.

He didn’t know what to say, he was always a damn mess around you. Always. Stuttering or tripping over his words, saying things that didn’t make sense, all of the above.