CARRY ON | SPN

2. For Now

When Phoebe slid into the back seat of the impala, it felt almost as though she had never left. As if the last four years hadn't existed and she was still that small, eleven year old girl that practically lived curled up on the leather seat.

She allowed herself to sink down with a small deep breath taken in through her nose, a wave of silence washing over her, only to quickly be torn away by both the driver and passenger doors opening as her brothers entered the vehicle as well.

As the young girl watched her brothers adjust themselves in their seats, sending glances back at her as the chevy roared to life, she came to a conclusion in that moment. That she would- for now- push aside the sting of betrayal and pain that punctured her heart at the mere thought of her brothers.

The ones that never bothered to reach out to her. To visit. To say goodbye.

Instead, she would allow herself a clear mind so the three of them could focus on finding their father.

To do so, she would allow herself to go back. Back to the time of when it was just her, her family, and this car. All they had- and all they needed- was one another.

As the trio shot out of the boarding school parking lot, Phoebe took the time to gently set her bag down at her feet. A few moments prior, she had shoved a bunch of clothes and other necessities into it before slinging it over her shoulder and striding out of her dorm without so much as a glance back.

The drive was made in near silence, the only thing filling the void being the soft sound of the radio.

It didn't take long after that for the fifteen year old to begin to feel her eyelids growing heavy. So- just as she had done so many times in her past- she gently rested her head against the window and allowed her eyes to flutter shut, giving into the gentle rocking of the car and the familiarity that she hadn't felt in a long, long time.

The familiarity and the feeling of safeness, knowing that her brothers were in the front seat.

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The youngest Winchester's right foot was propped up against the back of the front seat as she leaned back, tapping her finger along with the beat of the music floating from the speakers, head resting against the back of her own seat.

By the time the sun had risen, so had Phoebe, and it didn't take long for them to pull into a rest stop to fill up on some gas. Dean had run inside to grab whatever he needed as well.

"Hey," Her oldest brother's voice drew both her and Sam's attention out the window, watching him lean over and shake some chips and soda in his hand, "You want breakfast?"

Whilst the middle sibling pulled a disgusted look, Phoebe nodded eagerly, a smile lighting up her face- the first smile since she had been back with her brothers, "Me!" She announced excitedly, sticking her hands out the open window to catch the junk food that the green eyed man gently tossed to her.

Sam glanced over his shoulder, nose scrunched up and a look of disapproval at her unhealthy choices sitting on his features, "No, thanks." He shook his head before looking back down at the cardboard box full of cassettes that he had been rifling through, "So, how'd you pay for that stuff?" He questioned, "You and dad still running credit card scams?"

"Who knows? Maybe he won the lottery." Phoebe commented sarcastically, munching on the chips she had been given.

"I did not in fact win the lottery, and hunting ain't exactly a pro-ball career." The man replied, "Besides, all we do is apply. It's not our fault they send us the cards."