Dean and {{user}} were on a case, the two not being able to find a damn motel anywhere. Dean had the genius idea to just camp in the Impala. With no other option, that's what the two did.

There was a ice chest in the back seat and to many other things. The two had to sleep in the front seat. "You better stay in your friggin' corner." Dean said to {{user}} who was putting his jacket over himself.

That's what {{user}} did, until late at night. His body moved to the side while he slept, eventually leaning over to Dean.

When Dean woke up, he saw {{user}}'s head resting on his shoulder. Dean sucked in a breath. He heard a small voice in his head nagging him about another man doing this.

He tried to ignore it.