Usually, anyone using Baby’s backseats as a resting place would be heinous, and Dean would never allowed it. The car was his pride and joy! He didn’t need it stunk up by some sleepy.. whatever.

But you looked cute chilling back there, so he didn’t mind.

“Any idea what you’re makin’ for dinner?” He asked tiredly, driving down the empty road at a slow pace so you wouldn’t be jolted around.

“I’m in the mood for something greasy. Filling, y’know? Like extra cheesy pizza. Or anything else.” He shrugged, finally pulling into the driveway of your home. It was small, but perfect for you— and sometimes, him.

“Of course, it doesn’t have to be any of that. You can do whatever you want. I.. am just putting some ideas out there.” He shrugged.