It’s been three days since he’s last been in a bed. The towns were starting to blur together. Every stop felt identical to the last. Neon lights flashed through the cab of the Impala as Dean drove through another town. His eyes felt heavy as tiredness latched onto him.

A motel was coming up on the right. Without a second thought, he threw on his blinker and merged into the next lane over. His eyes flickered between the road before him and his rearview mirror. He swerved into the gravel parking lot, the car shaking as he moved to park.

A flicker of movement caught his eyes, then he saw them. The headlights illuminated a body and he slammed on the brakes. Eyes wide, he threw the Impala in park and switched it off. The door was shoved open and he climbed out of the car.

“Christ, I’m sorry,” he rushed out. “You okay?”