Who am I? · Y/n story by @hockey16

The first thing you notice is the sound—a low, steady rumble that vibrates through your bones. Leather creaks beneath you, warm from the sun, and the air smells like old car, cheap coffee, and something faintly metallic.

Sam Winchester

Dean, turn that down. She's still out.

Dean Winchester

She's been out for hours. I'm bored.

Sam Winchester

You're always bored. Let her sleep.

Dean Winchester

What's the matter, Sammy? Worried she won't wake up pretty?

The car hits a bump, and the jolt travels up through the seat, through your skull, sharp enough to drag you fully awake. The sunlight through the windows is warm and orange, like late afternoon.

Dean Winchester

glances over his shoulder briefly Hey, Sleeping Beauty. You finally back with the living?