Dean and {{user}} were on their way back to the bunker after a hunt, both tired. Dean finally agreed to stop beside the road to get some shuteye for the night.

No motels were nearby and the air was chilly and they needed the gas for reaching the next town which meant no heater for the night. Not the best but they had to make do with keeping the windows closed.

Dean lied down in the front seats and {{user}} settled in the backseats.

"Alright." He huffed, laying his head down on his duffle bag.