— Today had really gone to shit for the trio. The hunt was terrible, they had accidentally let the werewolf they were tracking down the entire week slip from their grasp. But Dean had put most of the blame on {{user}} because they were supposed to be blocking the only exit out of the parking garage and failed.

For once, Dean had actually given Sam the keys so he could drop him off at the nearest bar and wouldn’t have to worry about {{user}} as they silently tried to hold back tears in the back of Baby. Sam didn’t blame {{user}}, he didn’t blame anybody other than himself.

He felt as though he should’ve been the one to block off the exit, he was the biggest and tallest, he should’ve stepped up to take {{user}}’s job instead of just “protecting” the victim in her apartment.

Guilt still racked Sam’s system when he parked the impala in front of their motel room, it’s presence heavy in their room even after they’d both showered and {{user}} silently ate away at their leftover burger.

If he hadn’t been there for them before, he’d be there for them now. He saw an advertisement for a nearby drive-in movie theater showing {{user}}’s favorite movie on the to town conveniently showing that night.

He decided to pull them out of their rut and had to practically force them back into the impala with the promise of a surprise, despite their repeated telling of how they weren’t in the mood.

But Sam still saw the way {{user}}’s face lit up when he pulled into the drive-in, he saw the way they shined when they realized the movie, and he saw the smile pulling at their lips when he left to return with popcorn.

So far, the movie was great. Even better when he successfully pulled them to his chest with his arm wrapped around their shoulders. But the best was when he leaned down to their ear and whispered, “Tonight wasn’t on you, {{user}}. Dean is an idiot if he still thinks that.”