Imagine Team Free Will going all out, in their own special way, to make sure you have a great birthday.

(x x x)

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“Happy birthday.” Says Cas, meeting you in the bunker’s garage as you get out the car.

“Thank you, Cas.” You reply with a smile. “It’s really just another day though.”

You pop the trunk and retrieve your duffle. 

“That’s not true. It marks another year of your existence on earth. You’re not just anyone, so it’s not just any other day.”

You raise a brow, but smile politely. “Thanks, Cas. I think.”

“You’re welcome.” He takes the bag from your hand. “I’ll take this to your room.”

In the blink of an eye he’s gone, and back at your side again.

“Thank you again.” You laugh.

“You’re welcome again.”

As you are about to round the corner to the library, you’re stopped by Sam and Dean.

“Um, hey.” You greet them, confused.

"That was a quick trip.” Comments Dean. 

“It was a pretty unexciting case. Now I get why you guys didn’t care if I went without you.” You narrow your eyes at him.

Sam smiles “We knew you’d be fine if things did happen to get more exciting.”

“But you knew they wouldn’t.”

Dean shrugs, “Yea well, it was a job well done regardless. Sorry you couldn’t get beat or chased to your liking this time out.”

You laugh and teasingly shove him. “I think I’m going to go get comfortable and watch a movie or something.”

The brothers share a look, before pulling you into the library.

“Happy birthday, Y/N!” They exclaim and gesture behind themselves in unison.

Before you, is funny, kiddy party decorations surrounding a table laid out with your favorite kind of pie, pizza, drinks, and a few clumsily wrapped presents. 

“You guys didn’t have to do all this for me!” You say to the three of them in a bit of shock.

“It’s nothing special, but you are, and we wanted to do this for you.” Dean says.

“No,” you shake your head, “This is special.” you smile at them.

“Cas took care of the decorations.” Sam says gesturing to the table, and you laugh. “Dean took care of the food.”

You laugh again, “Clearly.”

“And I wrapped the presents. Can’t say I’ve done that before.” He huffs a laugh.

You look at the boxes with their loose paper, extra tape (clearly hiding holes where it had ripped), and oddly shaped corners.

“I never would have even guessed.” You wink at the younger Winchester, and he chuckles. “Seriously, you guys, thank you so much.”

You hug and kiss the cheek of each of them, then move to take a seat at the table. “How about some of that pie? Desert before dinner?”

“Your party- your rules!” Dean says before cutting slices for everyone.

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Imagine Dean comforting you after the loss of a close friend.

( x )

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You pull your covers tighter, and try to stifle the sob threatening to escape your lips. The effort makes your body shake, as nearly silent tears hit your pillow. There is no chance of sleep, and you are actually kind of glad of that, considering the chances of having to relive the death of your close friend through your dreams.

You can't help but to sniffle, then freeze. Dean is sleeping on the other bed, and you don't want to wake him up.

“Y/N?” His voice comes as a whisper from right behind you. You hadn't even heard him get up.

You clear your throat and wipe your eyes before rolling over to find him crouching beside your bed. In the glow of the street lights shining through the motel curtains, you can see his sad face, and the worry that crosses his features once he sees you.

“Oh, Sweetheart.” He says barely audible, and reaches out to place his hand over yours.

The comforting touch is oddly the final straw, and a sob breaks loose. Now you just can't stop. You've lost many people before, and handled it better than this, but for some reason this is completely overwhelming you. You don't like to look weak either, especially considering how well you've seen the Winchesters handle loss in the past, but it's like the flood gates have opened and you just can not stop.

Dean crawls into your bed and sits up against the headboard. He gently pulls you to him, and you settle in against his chest as the sobs rack your body; soaking his t shirt. He doesn't offer any hollow promises of “better places” or bother to tell you everything is okay. He knows better than anyone that it would do no good, and that right now, this is more like what you need. So instead, he keeps one arm wrapped tightly around you, and smooths your hair with the other hand.

When you start to feel numb, your tears fall silently again. He continues to run his fingers through your hair, and begins to hum. Quietly at first, so you hear it mostly just rumbling in his chest. Then he gets a little louder. You don't recognize the song until he starts to actually sing. Tuesday's Gone. The meaning of the song doesn't exactly fit the circumstances, but it's still soothing. You've only heard him sing seriously once before, when he didn't hear you come in. Normally, you only hear him when he's goofing around in the car.

When he finishes that song, he moves on to another Skynyrd ballad, but sleep finally wins, and you drift off into a thankfully dreamless sleep, to the soothing sound of Dean's voice.

Imagine Crowley giving you a gift that reminded him of you, before telling you he loves you for the first time.

( x )

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“Wow, Crowley! This is gorgeous!” You say stunned, holding the box containing a beautiful necklace.

You don't know exactly what kind of stone it is that hangs from the chain, but it looks like it had actually captured fire.

“It's nothing. Just something that I've had lying around for ages.” Crowley responds smoothly. “It's a little understated, but still fit for a queen.”

He takes it from you, and removes the necklace before tossing the box onto the bed behind you. After unclasping it, he holds it by the ends and raises his brows in a silent question. You turn your back to him and lift your hair to allow him access to put it on you. Once he's done that, he gently turns you toward the mirror. You reach up and touch the stone now sitting right in the dip between your collar bones. You just catch a glimpse of a satisfied smile playing on his lips before he hides it.

“Beautiful.” You say, still a little speechless.

The two of you have never actually talked about getting serious. It just kind of happened, but you can't deny you have really fallen for him, and you know that just the fact that he gave you this is more of a big deal than he is letting on, and that maybe he also feels a little more strongly than he originally intended to.

“It suits you, love.” He says.

“I'm fiery?” You laugh.

He chuckles, “That too, but it matches that determined fire you get in your eyes.”

This makes you smile. Usually if he mentions 'that fire in your eyes', it's followed by a fake annoyed comment about your stubbornness.

You turn to him, and after a lingering kiss say, “Thank you. I love it.” And with a grin, “I knew you loved my stubbornness.”

Without hesitation he states, “Because I love you.”

Past and Present

Word Count: 1261

Warnings: None

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“Next round is on Sammy.” Dean smoothly says, as he aims his next pool shot.

“You’re good Dean, but…” you start.

“Better than good, Y/N.” He squints his eyes at you, then looks back down the pool stick.

“Are you going to stare them into the pockets, or actually make the shot sometime tonight?” Sam says with a laugh, and winks with a smile at you from the other side of the pool table.

Oh, that smile. You haven’t been official for long, but you’ve certainly crushed on him from the start. Every time he genuinely smiles, showing those big dimples and making his eyes light up, your stomach fills with fluttery butterflies, and it’s impossible not to smile back.

The sound of the billiard balls smacking against each other brings you back to the moment, and you watch as Dean actually manages to sink 4 difficult balls at once followed by the 8-ball. He stands up straight with a smug grin.

You look at him impressed. “I didn’t think you could do that. Especially after so much to drink.”

“That’s why I’m the best, sweetheart!”

You smile and roll your eyes.

Dean walks around the table to where Sam is standing with an amused look on his face. He claps him on the back. “Now how about that drink, little brother?”

“Okay, fair is fair.” Sam says pulling out his wallet.

“I can go get them.” You volunteer, also coming to his side.

“Thanks, honey.” He says with one of those butterfly inducing sweet smiles. He leans down, wrapping his arms around your waist, and lifts you up.

You let you legs dangle, and push a little stray hair out of Sam’s face before wrapping your arms around his neck. If anyone else would pick you up like that, or at all really, it would piss you off, but Sam made it feel like a sweet gesture, and it made you feel safe and loved. You press your lips to his, all the while still feeling him smile. You’re interrupted with a fake gag sound coming from Dean, who pretends to clear his throat and look away when you meet his eyes. You and Sam both laugh lightly, and he sets you down.

Sam just hands you his whole wallet as he kisses you on the forehead, then turns back to Dean. “Go again, big brother?”

“You should know better than to keep this up, Sammy!” Dean says as he racks the balls.

You make your way to the packed bar, and catch the bartenders attention from where you’re stuck behind a couple of very giggly drunk girls. You mouth ‘three’ and hold up three fingers and he nods in understanding. The girls move out the way as he’s setting them on the bar, and you pay. You stand up on your toes and look back, but can hardly see the guys through the throng of people, so you decide to just sit at the bar for a minute, before dealing with the crowd on the way back.

As you’re putting Sam’s card away you can see a weathered corner of what looks like a photo peaking out the back of his various cards. Curiosity gets the better of you, and you gently pull it out. The rest of the picture is in much better condition, so it must have been wedged in there like that for a awhile. Your face falls when you see it’s a photo of Sam and a gorgeous blond, you know to be his ex-would-be-fiance: Jessica. They look so happy. Both with huge smiles, and arms around each other, while Sam holds a paper up with the other hand.

You hate to seem selfish, even just in your own thoughts, knowing what happened to Jessica and how devastated Sam was over it, but why does he still carry this everywhere? You’re lost in your own thoughts as you zone out a little, still looking at the photograph, when someone puts their hand on your back. You tense and are on your guard out of habit, till you turn to see it’s just Sam. He smiles and holds up his other hand in mock surrender.

“Whoa, killer. Just checking on you. We were starting to worry.” He leans on the bar with his other elbow, and searches your face. “What’s wrong?”

You didn’t have time to get the picture back in it’s crammed spot, and recover, so you just turn your wrist so he could see. Managing to mask your emotions on your face some though.

“Sorry. I was just going to sit here a minute before making my way back through the crowd. I saw this sticking out a little and got curious. I shouldn’t have snooped.”

“That’s hardly snooping.” He smiles gently and moves his hand across your back so it rests on your hip. He looks down at the picture, and a sad smile replaces his last. “That’s the day I got my LSAT score, and we were celebrating. Also the same night Dean broke into our place and told me our dad was missing.”

“I’m sorry.” You say. Not that you really know why. This was years ago.

He smiles again, but it doesn’t light up his eyes. Now you really are sorry for accidentally putting a damper on his good time.

“Stop apologizing.” He says and kisses your temple. “I’m sorry this upset you.”

“No, it’s okay. It didn’t.” You lie.

He looks at you incredulously.

“Okay, a little. But I understand why you keep it.” Also a bit of a fib. “She was special, and very important to you.”

He nods slowly, glimpsing first at the photo then looking straight into your eyes. “True. She was, but she’s also gone, and I had to move on a long time ago. Jess, Stanford, dad, and a million other things and people are in the past. She’s also the reason I was so scared to tell you how I felt for so long. Because you’re my present, and I can’t lose you too.”

You drop your eyes, and he lifts your chin to get you to look at him again before continuing. “You are incredibly special, and I can’t even tell you how important you are to me.”

He kisses you gently on the lips. “To be completely honest, I didn’t even know that was still in there. I have had the same wallet for I can’t even tell you how long.”

You smile bashfully at that. He takes the wallet and photo, and put them in his pocket, before grabbing your hand.

He plants another quick kiss on your lips before saying, “Come on. Dean will be wanting his drink and probably shouldn’t be left alone too long. Who knows what kind of trouble he could get into, or girl we’ll have to put up with for the rest of the night.”

This makes you laugh, and you let him lead you back to where Dean is waiting.

“Took you long enough, Y/N!” Dean says throwing up his arms; pretending to be mad. “You two get lost?”

Sam pulls you into his side, and you rest your head against his shoulder. “Well you know how it goes. Start making out, things get a little heated, and…”

“Okay! Alright! Sick, dude.” Dean stops him. “I don’t want to hear about that crap.”

You and Sam both laugh, and they get back to their game.

Imagine bonding with Charlie over SDCC and your favourite fandoms. 

( x )

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“We’re going to Comic-Con! We’re going to Comic-Con!” Your best friend chants and bounces around in the driver’s seat.

“Charlie, I swear if you kill us on the way there, I’ll never forgive you.”

She just laughs and keeps going. You are pretty excited too though. You’ve always wanted to go to a convention, but never had the chance for the break in your line of work. But, after a lot of nagging from Charlie, the guys insisted you go.

After the hours it takes to get there, then in, you’re finally standing in the convention center at the San Diego Comic-Con. You’re nearly bursting with excitement now, but determined to keep your cool. So many people are dressed up, and you mentally identify every possible character you can as you scan the room. This feels like coming home to your geeky home planet, and it feels so good. It’s Marvel, DC, Doctor Who, Star Trek, Harry Potter, Hunger Games, Walking Dead, just every possible fandom for as far as the eye can see, and it’s fantastic.

Charlie’s very impressive gender bending Hawkeye costume was getting a lot of attention. After posing for a picture, she returned to your side.

“Told you you should’ve cosplayed! It’s fun. You could have been the Natasha to my Clint.”

You laugh. “Maybe next time.”

“I’m going to take that as a ‘You will definitely come to another con with me, no matter what impending apocalypse is threatening to destroy all mankind.'” She winks and nudges your arm.

“Yea. Leave all the work for the boys, then come back just in the nick of time to take some credit!” You laugh and push back.

As you’re walking past merch booth after merch booth, you’re seeing how… if you did things strictly by the book and completely legally… you could easily spend a hefty savings here. Luckily you had your handy dandy credit card on you though. As you are perusing one table and debating which Captain America shirt to get Dean, you glance up into a woman’s pitch black eyes for such a brief second you think you imagined it. When you turn around, the person is lost in the crowd.

Charlie sees you looking around, and nearly hops to your side.

“I know! This is crazy! I saw him too!”

You look at her, confused. “Who?”

“John Barrowman. Or at least I’m going with that’s who I caught sight of, and will fight anyone who ever tries to tell me different.” She laughs.

“No you didn’t! Seriously?” You scan the area again.

“That’s not who you were looking for?”

This snaps your attention back to the woman with the eyes. “It was no one. I think I’m just getting paranoid. I thought I saw someone with black eyes.”

“You probably did. Cosplay!” Like it’s so obvious.

You raise an eyebrow at her. “Who would cosplay as a demon?”

She rolls her eyes and grabs your hand, tugging you a little further through the room, before pointing at a booth. “Supernatural fans.”

You let out a groan, and face palm as you take in the fans. “Really? At Comic Con? Those books have enough of a following for that?”

“Every fandom gets represented here. It’s great isn’t it?!” She beams.

“Not my choice of words, but we’ll go with it.” You say, making your way to the tables heaping with all things Supernatural.

When you are a little closer, you recognize the woman with the demon eyes. Only then, you see she isn’t the only one in costume. One girl is in a white dress torn nearly to rags and powdered white. Very pretty actually, and you assume she’s going for ghost; maybe even lady in white. There’s a menacing scarecrow laughing and talking to a man in a beige trench coat. You tilt your head and examine who is probably supposed to be Cas. You almost want to laugh. It’s so weird to see friends and monsters you have encountered in such a way. Slightly off, like the book didn’t give enough detail, but the person creatively worked their own spin on it. You’re no fan of the books personally, but you kind of enjoyed this. Nobody ever gets to truly know what the Winchesters do, or that someone like you actually gets to do it with them, and it’s kind of nice to feel recognized for that, even if if these people didn’t know it was real.

“Meg?” A guy with vampire teeth, who can impressively talk without a problem, asks you from behind a table; breaking you from your thoughts.

“What was that?” You smile politely.

“Are you supposed to be Meg?” He asks.

You laugh, “Uh no. Y/N actually.” You smile real big. You just got to tell someone you’re Y/N. They have no idea you’re the real Y/N, but they know who you are.

He takes in your appearance. “Huh. I guess it’s just not how I imagined Y/N would look, but I can see it now.”

Your face falls, and Charlie loses it in a fit of laughter. You jab her with your elbow, and she tries to stop. You pick out a few Supernatural shirts for the guys. Knowing how they feel about those books, you’ll at least get a laugh at their reactions to them. Or maybe threatened with death…

As you’re walking away, you promise Charlie you’ll dress up next time.

Could use some imagine ideas!

I've got some time this weekend to get a good bit of writing done, but I've gotta get the creativity flowing. I'm in a slump. SO, requests for those gif imagines would be fantastic. Either they'll get a prompt or a short story depending on how much I can take off with it.

Imagine Keeping Your Relationship With Sam a Secret

AN: Not all that long, but based off of this imagine.

Word Count: 1484

Warnings: None

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You move to follow the brothers out of the bar where you all had just asked the employees about a regular that was last seen there.

“Come back sometime, Agent Grey!” A man’s voice calls.

Not even hesitating at your alias, you turn to look back at the guy. Seeing him grin like he was oh so clever and hot, you see his friend beside him roll her eyes and smile sympathetically at you. You continue out the door and to the car. When you’re all in, Dean loosens his tie and looks back at you with a smirk.

“Looks like we already know Y/N is going to get lucky on this case.” He says with a laugh and glances at his brother who forces a little laugh before looking away annoyed.

“Don’t be gross, Dean.” You say, letting your hair out of the clip holding it up.

He laughs again and raises a defensive hand. “I’m just saying you could.”

“With that slimeball? Give me some credit. I have better taste than that.” You sneak a peek at Sam, and catch the corner of his mouth rise ever so slightly.

“Now you’re getting picky? I seem to remember a lame bartender or two in the past.”

“You’re getting my history mixed up with your long list of bottle blond waitresses.”

This gets a little chuckle from Sam.

“Hey now!” Dean says defensively. “They haven’t all been blonds.”

You laugh, and the rest of the ride back to the victim’s house is quiet.

—–

The tops of your bottles come together in a quiet clink, and the three of you take a swig of your beers.

“Another job well done!” Dean says before downing the rest of his.

“Thanks to that save from Y/N.” Sam adds, smiling at you, and patting your leg under the table.

You smile back. “What would you two do without little ole me?”

Dean rolls his eyes. “Okay All-Star, why don’t you go get the next round?”

You look at the bar and groan.

“I got the last.”

“You get served quicker thanks to your buddy up there.”

“That guy is a creep.” You argue.

“You don’t have to, Y/N.” Sam says. Letting his hand fall from your leg, and sliding out of the booth.

Dean watches his brother walk away before turning back to you.

“You notice he’s been a little moody recently?”

You shrug. “He seems fine to me.”

Considering the only time he’s seemed grumpy lately is when there’s another guy involved. You two haven’t told Dean, but you’ve sort of been seeing each other for a little while now. Neither of you liked keeping it from him, but Sam thinks Dean will disapprove and try to talk them out of it because of the way they live. You’ve just been waiting for the right time, after you two privately see if there’s anything to this new relationship.

He keeps watching Sam where he stands at the bar waiting. “Something is different.” He says, and you hardly hear it.

“I’m sure everything is alright.”

“Talk to him?” He asks you, and motioning to the bar. When he can see you’re going to protest he continues. “I know you two are close, and you can talk to him and get more out of him than protective big brother can.”

You sigh and stand up. He smiles up at you, and you make your way through the crowded bar to stand just behind Sam. Looking back, you can see Dean watching. You put your hand on Sam’s shoulder, and he looks behind him.

His face lights up with his amazing dimpled smile. “Hey you.”

You can’t help but to smile back up at him. “I’m on a mission.”

“I was getting the drinks.” he looks confused.

“No, not that. Protective big brother thinks something is wrong with you and that you’ve been moody. I’m here to make sure you’re okay. So? Are you okay?”

He looks back in the direction of his brother, and you nudge him.

“Don’t look over there! You’re missing the point that this is supposed to be hush hush and you aren’t supposed to know he’s so worried.”

He laughs and gently pulls you between him and the bar so his back is all Dean can see. He rests his hands on your hips and you resist the urge to wrap your arms around his neck. Settling for using a handful of the front of his shirt to pull him a little closer.

“I’m okay.” He says looking into your eyes. “Way better than okay now, actually.”

You smile. “Mission accomplished, I guess.”

You hear bottles set down behind you and turn around to find the skeevey bartender grinning at you.

“I knew you’d be back., Agent Grey.” He leans forward resting his arms on the bar.

You ignore him, and grab the bottles, meaning to walk away without a word, but he places a hand over your arm.

You look from his hand to his face, and in a measured, calm tone say, “Get your hand off me.”

You feel Sam stiffen where he’s pushed up against your back. Clearly this guy is clueless and doesn’t see the very large guy you’ve been standing very close to, or he’s too cocky and doesn’t care.

“Awe come on honey.” He says still grinning.

Sam’s hand reaches from behind you, grabs and twists the bartender’s wrist back, and says, “I think the lady told you to get your hands off of her.”

The guy pulls his hand from Sam’s grip. “Are you her bodyguard?” He tries to look tough, but the effect is ruined by him rubbing his wrist.

Sam’s laugh is short. “Dude, trust me. I’m saving your ass here.”

Looking angry, he just walks away. You turn back to Sam.

“I could’ve handled that.”

He raises his hands. “I said I was saving his ass!”

You squint at him, and try to play tough, but he just laughs and pulls you closer. His lips meeting yours.

The kiss doesn’t last long, because a moment later you hear “What the hell?!”

You both look up startled into Dean’s surprised face.

“Dean…” Sam starts.

“Sam is okay!” You say trying to joke.

“I see that.” Dean says looking between the two of you. “How long-”

He was cut short when an arm comes through the three of you, and a fist connects with the corner of Sam’s mouth. You all wheel around to find creepy bartender looking smug.

“What the hell is going on?!” Dean asks.

Sam hits the guy back, and a random bar-goer tries to come to the bartender’s aid, but before he gets to Sam, Dean turns on him. When the bartender is knocked on his back, you try to come between him and Sam and push him back. You grab and pull the back of Dean’s jacket after you have Sam backing away.

“Let’s go.” You yell as you try to wrangle the two of them, and force them out the door.

Once outside and beside the Impala, Dean turns back to you and Sam.

“What the hell was that all about!?” He asks a little winded.

“He had grabbed Y/N, and I made him let go, but that was long before the sucker punch.” Sam said, touching his lip.

“And that kiss? Are you two together?” Dean looks between you.

You look sheepishly back at him. “We wanted to tell you, Dean! It’s just-”

“We knew you would disapprove, and we were waiting for the right time.” Sam finishes for you.

“Disapprove?” He raises his brows. “I’m not dad, Sammy. It’s not about my approval.”

“We thought that if you knew, you’d try to talk us out of it, and we just wanted to give it some time.” You explain.

Sam just nods beside you.

“Not that it matters, but I don’t disapprove at all.”

“Really?” You and Sam both say at the same time.

Dean chuckles. “No! I think this is great! Obviously, I know you’re great, Y/N. Good for Sammy, and who better to share this life with than someone who is already in it too?”

You and Sam smile at each other, and he takes your hand.

Dean scrunches his face, “That will take some time to get used to though.”

He ducks into the car, but before you can too, Sam pulls you to him for a kiss, and you can feel the smile on his lips.

“I knew he’d be fine with it.” You say with a smile when he pulls away.

“Yeah, yeah.” He laughs, and quickly kisses you again before you both get in the car.

Imagine keeping your relationship with Sam a secret (even from Dean) until he gets into a fight over you.

( x x )

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“Not that it matters, but I don't disapprove at all.”

“Really?” You and Sam both say at the same time.

Dean chuckles. “No! I think this is great! Obviously, I know you're great, Y/N. Good for Sammy, and who better to share this life with than someone who is already in it too?”

You and Sam smile at each other, and he takes your hand.

Dean scrunches his face, “That will take some time to get used to though.”

One Shot

Dean and Sam drabble/imagines up! Sorry for the absence! I’ve missed this a bunch, things just really seem to pile up from time to time. Thank you for the patience though!! I hope y’all are doing fantastic! 

There’s more to come! Oneshot requests are still closed, but I’m open to imagines. Those could come with anything from a simple little prompt, a longer drabble like tonights, or inspire a oneshot. Just kind of depends I suppose.

Imagine falling asleep cuddled up to Dean on the drive home from a long case.

( x )

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Finally, after 2 weeks chasing after the same pack of werewolves, we can go home to the bunker. You are exhausted, and can definitely use a shower after that last fight.

Sam took the backseat of the impala to snooze for a bit during the ride. You originally intended to stay awake the whole time, and pass out for as long as possible later. That was until you slouched down on the seat, and rested your head on the back. This shouldn’t feel so damn comfortable, but it did, so your eyes drifted shut before long.

“Hey!” Dean says beside you, making you nearly jump out your skin.

“Rude.” You say, and try to get comfortable again.

He chuckles. “I thought you were going to stay awake, co-pilot.”

“I changed my mind.” You grumble.

He looks over at you again, and takes in how you’re sitting. “You’re going to regret that later when you’ve got a massive kink in your neck.”

“Got a pillow in the glove-box?” You roll your eyes at him.

“Got rid of it after Sammy drooled all over it.”

“Goodnight, Dean.” You laugh.

He sighs exaggeratedly, and rests his arm nearest you on the back of the bench-seat. “Come here.”

You raise your brow at him. “I don’t think so. You probably stink.”

You wrinkle your nose, but he just smiles.

“No worse than you, I imagine, sweetheart.”

“Touche.”

You two have a purely platonic relationship, so you weigh the possible awkwardness, before conceding and scooting into the crook under his arm, and rest your head on his shoulder. You hate to admit it to yourself, and allow any of those crush like feelings you’ve had for him surface, but he actually still managed to smell pretty good.

You comfortably drift off to sleep. When you wake up, you can see the sun has gone down, and the occasional light comes and goes as you pass under street lights. That’s about all you can see though, because to your embarrassment, the only thing in-front of your face is the dash. Somehow, while you were sleeping, you managed to sink down till you were laying on Dean’s lap.

You can feel your cheeks burning with a blush, and you’re trying to figure out how to avoid the awkwardness this will definitely cause when you sit up, when you realize for the first time that his hand is resting on your arm where it lies across you.

You fight the smile threatening to spread across your face, and the accompanying hopeful feelings. Convincing yourself it’s the best option to stay where you are for a bit longer, you don’t make a move that lets him know you’re awake. Because of… reasons. There’s no actually going back to sleep now though, no matter how hard you could try.

Did he really just rub your arm with his thumb?!

Eventually you hear Sam stir, and grumble as he wakes up in the back.

“Good morning, sunshine.” Dean says.

“Mhm.” Is the only response he gets, with a yawn.

A few minutes later, you can feel the back of the seat you’re lying on, move back a little as Sam leans over it.

“Ohhh. Cute.” You hear Sam laugh from somewhere above you, before he sits back again.

“Shut up.” Dean says.

“No, really!” Sam says, chuckling. “You must be loving this!”

Dean clears his throat and shifts slightly. “Sammy.”

“I figured you two could bond while I slept in the back.”

Now, you were thankful the dark could hide the bright shade of red your face was turning.

“She just looked uncomfortable trying to sleep the way she was.”

“Doesn’t mean you’re not loving every minute she’s been cuddled up to you.” Sam continues to tease.

“We’re not cuddling!” Dean argues. “Now, shut up before you wake her.”

Sam just laughs again, and Dean’s hard refusal to what his brother is saying has you wishing you didn’t let those feelings sneak up to the surface, until you clearly feel his thumb rubbing your arm again.