The Perfect Date 《Supernatural》

Long Drives

"For fuck sake, Sammy, you can't just randomly go off at y/n, especially without a reason."

Dean and Sam had been fighting for the past half an hour, after Sam had gone off on you after you had let a deal go. You had visited a cross road with Sam, and after being offered a deal, you had let it go knowing nothing would save Dean now from hell.

"But she let a deal go, one that could of saved you from hell."

"Nothing can save me now, Sammy, nothing."

Getting off the bed you sat on, you wiped your puffy eyes and slammed the hotel door behind you, alerting the boys that you had left the room.

Sighing, Dean ran a hand through his short spiky hair, before turning his back to Sam. "See what you've done now. I'll be back later." And after that, Dean left the room too, leaving Sam to sigh and rethink his mistakes. Slotting a coin into the soft drink machine, Dean presses the solo picture and grabs the can as it rolls down into the receiver, before chucking the can towards you. Catching it, you eye the can before looking to Dean, with a raised brow. "Get in." He says, sliding into the driver seat of the Impala. You follow his lead into the passenger seat and Dean starts the car, before pulling out of the hotel parking space and onto the road.

While Dean drives, the radio filled the silence as it played AC/DC and Queen songs. You sang along in your head, tapping the window with your nails as trees and birds flew pass in a blur. Dean sighed and turned the sound down, before glancing at you and then looking back to the road. "Are you okay?"

"Im fine."

"You're not. I can tell by your tone."

"My tone?! Im fine, Dean."

"Dont raise your voice with me. Im just worried for you."

"Well, i dont need you worrying for me. Im perfectly fine."

"Y/N ple-."

Suddenly, Deans eyes widen and he turns to you, before pulling the car over and unclicking your seatbelt. He pulled you close to his chest, as your eyes rained with tears, staining his black top. "Shoo. Its okay. Its okay." He cooed into your hair, brushing his hand over your soft curls(sorry but you have curls, even if you dont like them).

"Its not fair." You hiccup into his chest, your hands in fists with the fabric of his top in your grip. "ITS NOT FAIR."

The two of you stay like that till you calmed down, wiping your puffy red eyes with the end of you longsleeve. Sniffling, you whisper your thanks to Dean before looking out the window. Dean starts the car again and turns it around, making you raise your brow and frown. "Where are we going?" Dean just smiles softly, and concentrates on the road.

As Dean drives along the alone road, your lips curl into a smile as the scenery changes and the old memories flood back into your mind. "Dean..." Your barely able to finish your sentence as your parents house comes into view, the old and bent weirdly trees still crowding around the old, brick home that you loved and adored as a child. The front door opens and your father walks out onto the porch, his acubra still sitting on his head, despite how small it was compared to the size of his head.

Your mother joins him next, pecking his cheek and setting a tray of tea and biscuits down on the little table before them, before taking a seat at his side. Their eyes glance at you and Dean, before looking back to their tea. Its like they knew you were there, but you thought you were hidden well from behind the trees.

"Go."

"What?"

"Go and say hi, catch up with them. I'll wait around for a bit in town."

"Dean..."

"Go on, they're parents for god sake."

Chuckling, you peck Dean's cheek in a friendly matter and get out of the car, before pulling him out of the drivers side and towards your parents. "Mum, Dad...." Your parenst smile and stand, walking down the stairs and wrapping you up in their arms, before pulling Dean into the hug.

"Wecome home, our little country girl."

《If your not a country person, or dont like the country, well guess what, your sucking up. I've grown up in the country and have a big love for it. So, if you dont like it, you can complain all you like, but you'll have to live with it》