It was cold as the Arctic the moment you stepped outside the motel room. Sam watches a shudder rush through you when the chill of the breeze hits. He scoffs a light laugh and you hear a ziiiiip and feel a warm thick fabric swallow you up.

“Told you to pack a jacket.” He chides, not even bothering to ask if you wanted the jacket. He probably wouldn’t let you give it back to him if you tried. His brown Carhartt was draped over your shoulders, you felt like you were practically swimming in the sasquatch of a man’s jacket.

“What a gentleman.” You muse, making him bite back a smile. “Oh, I know.” He opens the Impala door for you just to really add the cherry on top. “Keeping chivalry alive one day at a time.”

Sam had practically begged Dean on his hands and knees to just let him drive the Impala. It was the only way the two of you were getting to the library for lore research and he didn’t want to have to deal with Dean asking him every two minutes; ‘you done yet?’ ‘you done yet?’ ‘how bout now?’ ‘now?’ ‘come on Sammy!’

Driving Sam to the point of insanity where he was even tempted to pull out his perfectly perfect hair. “Can’t believe Dean gave in so easy.” He flicks on the radio and promptly shuts it back off when Motorhead starts playing. You feel compelled to remind him he had to pay Dean with a fresh pack of beer when you two got back. Sam reads your mind. “Like I said; Easy.”

“Music recommendations?” He asks and starts the car up, Baby’s engine purring beneath the both of you. “Preferably things that aren’t mullet-rock?”