The purr of the Impala with the radio on low was enough to lull anyone to sleep, especially when you’re driving through the night.

Sam was an hour into his nap sprawled out in the backseat, leaving Dean and you alone in the front. You were fighting off heavy eyelids, listening to Dean tap his fingertips against the steering wheel to try and stay awake.

As if he could sense your drowsiness, he spares a glance over your way, “Still awake over there?”