нellвoυnd (Dean Winchester) (Supernatural)

Gun Metal Gray

"Back in black

I hit the sack

I been too long I'm glad to be back

Yes I am

Let loose from the noose

That's kept me hanging about

I keep looking at the sky cause it's gettin' me high

Forget the hearse cause I'll never die

I got nine lives cat's eyes

Using every one of them and runnin' wild-"

"SHUT UP!" Deans voice shatters my good time.

"Slut." I mutter underneath my breath as I grip my hands on the steering wheel harder- Yes I'm driving the Impala, after a few agonizing minutes of begging Dean, but it eventually went my way. That is... After a few arangments.

"What was that?" He questions wearing his famous smirk, cupping his ear towards me.

"Nothing." I grumble as I turn the music back up, now playing something completely different- Luke Bryan. Almost as soon as I start singing along to Thats my kinda night, Dean turns it lower once again.

"Ya know, some of us are trying to sleep." He snaps.

"Ya, and some of us are trying to stay awake for four days straight." I twist the music back up and flip him the bird. I can feel the annoyance radiating off of him. Oh well.

I direct my attention back towards the road, wouldn't want to hurt Deans 'baby'.

Then all of a sudden something touches down near my down there and I swerve onto the other side of the road.

"What the hell Dean!?" I look down to see his head in my lap, his eyes closed.

"Our agreement." He mumbles, closing in on slumber. Right! That was one of our deals, Dammit.

"Well you could have warned me."

"I bet you didn't mind." He gives me a small wink before quickly dozzing off.

Jerk.

We're on our way to a small town in Indiana. Some couples have gone missing and we're gonna check it out, but Dean was being a real pain in the ass before we even left.

*Flashback*

"Sam and I are gonna go to a case... But we're dropping you off at Bobby's on our way there." I stare at Dean, does he really think this is going to work?

"You are out of your mind, if you think I'm going anywhere other then a cheap ass motel with you two bloody Winchesters!" This annoying thing happens, every time I yell my stupid Irish accent comes back to play. I don't even know when I got it, I've never lived anywhere but America.

"We need to keep you safe-"

"Get real Dean, I'm not safer with an old man or if I'm with you two chasing down demons and monsters!"

"No-"

"Shut up Dean! I'm going!" He starts to protest once again but thankfully someone who has real power cuts in.

"I think it would actually be more safe if Maverick went with you Dean." My brother says, surprising both, Sam and Dean, giving me a smile. Dean gives an exasperated sigh, gesturing me to get in the car. I smile at him and turn to hug my brother, he returns the favor, wrapping me tight in his arms... A little too tight.