Supernatural Imagines

Moments

It's your first driving lesson, and if anyone's more anxious about it than you, it's your father, Dean.

"Step 1: Seatbelts" Your dad looks to you. You nod and reach over your left shoulder, pulling the T-shaped metal across your chest. "Check."

"What's step two?" He asks quizzically after clicking his seatbelt as well.

"Turn on the car." You stick the keys into the ignition and turn them forcefully, causing the engine to roar to life. It's low rumble shakes the car, and for a slight moment you panic at the vibration. "Check."

"Step 3," Your dad continues.

"Mirrors" You mutter, readjusting the center mirror so you can see out the back. "Check."

"Step 4."

You know what it is. Take the car out of park and drive. You want to move your arm and push the stick into gear, but for some reason, you remain still.

"Uh, Y/N? Step 4?" Your dad looks down at your shaking hand. "Maybe we should stop for today."

"No!" You snap from your state of anxiety. "I need to do this. Now."

You grip your hand around the stick and press your foot down on the brake. One by one you jolt the stick forward until it's in the drive position.

"Check." Your heart skips a beat.

Your dad attempts to casually tighten his seat belt, but you can tell he's nervous. If it's for his life, yours, or the body of the sleek black Impala you're not sure. But you made the Dean Winchester nervous. It's a big feat, but it doesn't exactly reassure your confidence.

"Okay, now just ease into it. There's nobody out on these roads so you don't need to feel any pressure." He speaks calmly. "Just take it slow."

You nod and tap your foot down on the gas pedal, sending the car forward with a small jerk. You immediately brake out of fear, which causes a slight strain on your neck as your head whips forward with a strong jolt of force.

"Y/N what did you think was gonna happen?" Your dad grunts, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I thought It was gonna start raining puppies," You narrow your eyes. "I'm nervous, ok dad?"

"About what?" He asks. "You'll get the hang of it. It's easy."

"It's not just that though," You reply. "The whole idea of being old enough to do this stuff scares me."

"And you think I'm not afraid?" He asks, letting out a sigh. "I don't want you to grow up Y/N, but I can't stop it. Every single day it amazes me how much you remind me of your mother, and how you become more like her every second. Strong, independent, a little stubborn maybe, but overall, a good person and a great mom."

"Was she a good driver?" You ask, looking at your dad with a small smile.

"She was," He smiles back. "Even better than me. And you will be too."

"Okay, step 4," You mutter. Your foot eases off the brake and the car starts to roll forward.

"Look! You're doing it!" Your dad smiles. "Remember to take it sl-"

You slam your foot down on the gas pedal, sending the Impala forward with great speed. The engine roars mightily like a lion, which only encourages you to go faster. The straight desert road extends endlessly and the wide grin on your face never falters.

Your dad seems shocked at first, but when he turns to you to yell, he sees the look of innocent pleasure on your face. Instead he turns the dial on the radio, blasting Led Zeppelin on the stereo. You roll down your window and let the wind whip at your hair, feeling freedom for the first time in your life.

Dean smiles to himself. He doesn't care that you're going a little fast for your first time behind the wheel. He doesn't mind that if you drive away without him you might never come back. He knows that somehow you'll always be there. Right by his side.

You holler the lyrics with your father, feeling your heart burst inside your chest. It's a moment, one of the important ones in life that you'll always remember. One of the moments where you know you're mother is watching over you and laughing along as well. Who knows, maybe she's singing Zeppelin too.

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