Sam was asleep in the backseat as you drove Baby through the dark roads of Indiana, heading towards your next case in Chicago. Dean was awake with you, sitting up and trying to stay quiet despite his want to talk to you. He loved hearing your voice. But now was definitely not the time. You could barely see the road with the lights on, and everyone else's brights were blinding you. And then it would get too dark. Dean notices your hands shaking, gripping the steering wheel so tightly he could see the white in your knuckles. He doesn't speak up until he glances at your face, seeing tears in your eyes and your lip trembling.

"Pull over, sweet girl."

Dean whispers gruffly, nodding towards the shoulder of the road. You hesitantly pull over, parking the car and breathing heavily. Dean frowns, reaching out to hold your arms.

"Darlin', it's okay. You're doin' a fine job. How about you switch with me and I find a nice motel up the road for the night, hmm?"

You nod, letting him unbuckle you.

"That's a good girl."

Dean walks over to the driver's side, helping you out and getting in the seat. He doesn't drive off right away though, his hand immediately rubbing your thigh.

"Feelin' too overwhelmed?"

He whispers, kissing your forehead as you nod.

"S'gonna be okay. Gonna get you to bed real soon, baby."