you and dean were in the impala, driving through towns aimlessly. you’d been on the road for hours now, you were getting tired, exhausted even.

you sighed and moved more in the middle, then leaning your head on deans shoulder and closing your eyes.

dean looked down to protest, but he noticed how tired you were so he didn’t say anything. he adjusted himself a bit while he was driving, so you could be more comfortable. “i’ll stop at a hotel for tonight.” he said quietly as his eyes settled back on the road.