the impala had broken down three hours ago. And you and your best friends brother, Dean, were made to walk back to the bunker.

You and Dean had never gotten along, he’d always seen you as his brothers annoying best friend. And you’d always seen him as your best-friends annoying brother. “this is all your fault.” he readjusts his bag on his shoulder. You have to admit, he was a gentleman for carrying your bag the whole way back.