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𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞

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╰┈➤ when y/n woke up they were still in the car, it was bright now. 7.43 am according to her watch. 

"n/n." sam whined from the backseat, "when we stop i wanna switch seats, i have no leg room back here."

"not my fault you're a fucking sasquatch." y/n spoke between yawns, "but fine, i don't wanna deal with you whining the whole way."

not even five minutes later, dean parked at a run down looking gas station, it looked more like a shack than anything. dean got out and went inside the store, meanwhile, sam and y/n switched places in the car. sam got out of the backseat and walked around to the passenger door, waiting for the girl to get out. but she didn't. instead she crawled into the backseat over the center console. she stretched herself along the backseat, hands supporting the back of her head as she laid down. sam started digging through dean's cassettes. 

"hey, you want breakfast?" dean said, walking up to the car.

sam stuck his head out of the window, seeing dean holding up a packet of chips (i'm british so i call em crisps lmao) and a bottle of 7up. 

"no thanks." sam looked back down at the box of cassette tapes in his lap, "so how'd you pay for that stuff? you and dad still running credit card scams?" 

"yeah well, hunting ain't exactly a pro ball career." dean said, filling the car with gas, "besides, all we do is apply, it's not our fault they send us the cards."

"yeah? and what names did you write on the applications this time?" sam asked his brother.

"uh, burt aframian and his son hector," dean sat back in the car, throwing a bottle of dr. pepper back at y/n, her groaning as it hit her knee, "scored two cards outta the deal."

sam laughed at his brother, "sounds about right." he turned back to the girl in the backseat, chugging her dr. pepper, "and you? you using fake credit cards?"

"yep, you can call me liliana rutherford." she sat up and put her seat belt on. (sorry if that's your name 😭 if it is, just pretend it says something else lol)

"interesting," sam looked back down at the cassettes, "i swear man, you gotta update your cassette tape collection."

"why?" dean glared at his brother.

"well for one, they're cassette tapes, and two, black sabbath, motörhead, metallica? it's the greatest hits of mullet rock. i mean 'for whom the bell tolls'? seriously?"

"sam, you just have no taste, fuck off. the bell clearly doesn't toll for you." y/n slapped the back of his head from her seat, earning an 'ow' from him.

"well, house rules, sammy, driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole," dean shot a look at sam.

"and backseat is in need of food, so dean, give me those chips." y/n told the two as ac/dc's 'back in black' started playing.

"you guys do know 'sammy' is a chubby 12 year-old kid, it's 'sam' okay?" sam scolded the two.

"sorry i can't hear you, the music's too loud." dean said sarcastically and chucked the chips at y/n.