who did this to you? x dean winchester · Y/n story by @lorraine11

The Impala's engine rumbled low and mean as it cut through the Kansas night, a black shark slicing through waves of empty highway. The dashboard lights cast a dim green glow across the three of you.

Sam Winchester

from the back, a worn journal open on his lap So, Y/n. You ever been to Lebanon? Because this hunt's got me thinking we're gonna need more than just salt and iron.

Sam's voice was soft, careful. His eyes lingered on you a second too long before dropping back to his notes.

Dean Winchester

glancing in the rearview mirror, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face Yeah. Bit of a ghost town, that place. Just how I like it. Fewer people asking questions.

The radio crackled between stations for a moment before settling back into the song. Dean didn't touch it. He never did.

Sam Winchester

I've got a hit on a possible vengeful spirit. Frat house at the local university. Three deaths in six months, all ruled accidental.

He looked up at you again, and there it was—that quiet hope in his eyes. Like he was asking permission, even though he already knew you'd say yes.

Dean Winchester

a low chuckle, bitter around the edges Well, hell. Looks like we're going to college. Try not to break any hearts while you're at it, Sammy.

The Impala hummed, the miles rolling by. Lebanon was a few hours out still, and the night lay open ahead of you, full of possibilities and things that went bump in the dark.