the three of you had just finished a hunt, one that wasn’t too physically challenging. you now sat in the backseat as dean drove back to the motel.

you were getting sleepy, you felt your eyes grow heavy, but you had a headache. dean stopped to get gas, leaving you and sam in the impala.

sam noticed your exhaustion and discomfort and turned towards you, putting his hand on your knee “headache?” he asked, eyes holding a little sympathy.