you wake up in the back of the impala, next to your fiancé, Sam. It had been a crazy hunt. You had taken the brute of the injuries because the ghost knew Sam cared about you, and it knew Sam had minor physic abilities. You could hear Dean and Castiel in the front seat talking quietly, and Sam joining in every few minutes or so, but you were too exhausted to care what they were saying. Sam’s hand was rubbing up and down your leg, in a soothing manner.

“What time is it?” you grumbled from the backseat

“About 10:15.” Dean answered

“How ya feeling?” Sam questioned, smiling softly and helping you sit up

“I’ve been worse.” you replied

as you pulled up to the bunker, Sam jogged over and helped you out of the car.