It was 12am and you were at a motel and neither you nor Sam could sleep. He came to the room you were in, studying your silhouette. You were sitting on the edge of the bed, your head in your hands.

“Wanna go for a drive?”

He asks, as you look at him. You purse your lips before responding.

“Yeah.”

He leaves the room and you follow him, grabbing the car keys for the Impala. Dean was off God knows where, and he lent Sam baby for a few days.

“Hey. I’m driving.”

He holds up his hands and you let out a defeated sigh, tossing him the keys.

He opens the passenger door for you, letting you get in before closing it and walking to the drivers seat.