Imagine...Falling Asleep In The Impala
Pairing: Dean x reader
Sometimes you fell asleep in the backseat of Baby without meaning to. Dean would be driving, talking quietly to Sam, sometimes about the hunt you’d just finished, sometimes about nothing at all. Dean always called you his sleepyhead when you were sat back there because of how quiet you got, barely making a sound before eventually passing out. You didn’t really know how to tell him you liked to listen to his voice, that it felt like being wrapped up in a big, warm blanket. It was deep and had a roughness to it on occasion, snark always on the tip of his tongue, ready to go at a moment’s notice.
But it was soft underneath all that. Soft and kind in a way that a man like Dean shouldn’t be capable of. It was always there, hidden away at times, but late nights like tonight, when you were curled up in the back, you noticed it the most.
The car was moving slowly as you heard the engine purr back to life, the rumble of Baby in your chest and veins, the motion stirring you from your sleep. You’d twisted your body so you lay across the back bench, legs stretched out as you leaned your head against the cold window. Your eyes felt heavy but you managed to open them up, giving the back of Dean’s blonde head a sleepy smile as you caught Sam snoring lightly in the passenger seat.
You didn’t move, didn’t want to wake yourself up too much so you had a hard time falling back asleep. Dean was quiet now, his head bopping along to some tune he ran around in his head. You let out a yawn and slouched down, shutting your eyes before you could see Dean turn around and gave you a smile.
You were smiling as you tugged his jacket up around yourself. The first time Dean had put it over you as you slept was after a hunt that went a little wrong. It was meant to comfort you but at the time, you didn’t want him to think of you as being weak and didn’t let him see how that simple act had gotten you through that night. Slowly it started happening more after hunts, more after cold days and then, just because he wanted to.
You could smell his shampoo on his coat collar, the grease and leather smell that was slightly earthy calming you back into sleep. Baby was on smooth blacktop now, smooth as glass, a freshly paved road. It felt like floating as you melted into that place between wakefulness and in a dream, letting the safety of that backseat pull you deeper and deeper into darkness until you disappeared into it for good.
Normally you heard the boys get out of their seats, shut the doors behind them, drudge into the bunker, Dean always waiting around for you. You didn’t hear it tonight, didn’t recognize it at first when you were no longer in your safe place in the back of Baby. You thought about moving around but there was that familiar smell pressed right up against you, where your nose nudged against what was probably a plaid shirt.
You popped one eye open then the other to see why you still had that floating feeling running through you. A pair of strong arms were under you, holding you carefully as they carried you down the hall. You shifted your head just so to glance up and see scruff and green eyes staring back. Dean was quiet as he gave a tiny smile and pressed a kiss to your forehead, your skin tingling when he pulled away.
“G’night sweetheart,” said Dean, pulling your covers down as best he could before tucking you in. You hummed in response, trying to form coherent words but finding nothing to offer other than a lean into his touch as he pulled his jacket away. You always hated that part, when he took it back.
Tonight though, he simply laid it on top of you, leaving it with you as he ran his hand over your head, moving a few strands of hair from your face. You heard the click of the light and your door shut gently, Dean leaving you to get some rest.
The next morning you brought the jacket with you as you wandered down the hall. You thought you were being quiet as you placed it on the back of Dean’s chair but his mumbling made you turn to find sleepy green eyes looking on.
“S’yours,” he said, burying his face in the pillow but popping an eye open when he didn’t hear you pick it up again. “S’cold. Come ‘ere,” he said, rolling on his side. You walked over with the jacket, ready to lay it over him as you didn’t see a blanket around, but Dean shoved it to the side. “You,” was all he said, barely above a whisper as Dean was ready to pass back out, one hand resting on the new space made for you beside him.
You didn’t know if you’d said something last night in your sleep finally or if Dean was too tired to be shy about what he was asking, but you crawled in anyways. The way he wrapped himself around you was new but the same way you’d felt over and over again and you suddenly knew why he gave you his jacket in the back of Baby.
It was his way of wrapping himself around you, just like he was now.
“Better?” you asked, feeling how warm Dean was and how he didn’t need your body heat after all.
“Much,” said Dean, tucking you into his chest. You were sure you’d have plenty to talk about when you both woke again but for now, you were perfectly happy to stay in that sleepy little bubble with him.
