you had a map clutched in hand, turning it every which way to try and figure out how to navigate this damn town. sam was off sorting out a motel for the night and gathering research on the case, so you and dean were left to scope out the town. the only problem was, neither of you have any navigation skills whatsoever.

"just read the damn map," dean shook the steering wheel as you pulled around the same corner for the tenth time.

"don't you raise your voice at me, dean winchester," your head snaps towards him, eyebrows raised.

he clamps his lips together and begrudgingly grumbles something that could be 'yes ma'am' if you didn't know any better.