Sam was carrying you tightly as the three of you leisurely made your way back to the waiting impala. You and Dean had been locked up because of a misunderstanding with a case, which had been hell for Sam. Luckily, he'd taken down the ghost with the help of one of the detectives, and she'd let you and Dean sneak away with him before the real cops came.

"You hungry?"

Dean perks up, keeping up with Sam's long legs.

"No."

Sam murmurs into your hair, thumb rubbing soft circles to the back of your thigh.

"Man, for some reason, I could really go for some pea soup."

Dean responds, rubbing his stomach.

"I want soup."

You murmur into Sam's shoulder, nose tinted red from the chill of the November air. Sam nods, not questioning you as he nuzzles your soft hair.

"Yeah, we can stop at a diner somewhere. Maybe even Panera."

Dean gets excited at that, starting to skip to the car.

"Panera?"

"I'm not buying yours."

Sam grumbles, squeezing your ass as he sets you down to open the car door.

"Why not?'

Dean pretends to pout as he turns on the ignition.

"Probably because it's your fault we had a run in with the law."

Sam rolls his eyes.