You were in the backseat of Baby. Dean was driving, and Sam was asleep in the passenger seat. It was late at night, and the three of you were on your way back to Bobby’s.

The car was quiet—no music, no conversation—and you couldn’t sleep. Bored, you glanced around, letting your eyes wander. That’s when you noticed Sam, his head slightly tilted, lips parted, breathing slow and even. He actually looked kind of… cute.

Suppressing a smile, you pulled out your phone, leaned forward a bit, and started snapping a few pictures of him sleeping. You were careful to keep the shutter sound off.

From the corner of your eye, you caught Dean smirking.

“You better not let him catch you doing that,” he said without taking his eyes off the road.