After a long and stressful hunt, you were all back in the impala driving to the next city which was godknowswhere. In all honesty, you were too tired to concentrate on what the boys told you and where you were going next, so as always you just let them take you to the next hunt. You were in the back seat, laid down across the leather seats while Dean and sam were in the front. Dean driving, sam riding shotgun. The car turned into a gas station for of course some gas, and some station snacks because when was Dean not hungry. As Dean parked up and turned the engine off, sam got out to do the gas duty while Dean was going to get the snacks and pay inside. He turned to look in the back seat, not wanting to leave without asking if you needed anything. “Hey..” he called out softly, reaching his hand over and gently shaking you to a somewhat conscious state. “You want anything?”