Supernatural [Reader Insert]

18. Frank makes S'mores

You could still hear the muffled thrum of the country music coming from the closed door behind you. The stars were out now and the surrounding farmland was quiet except for the small noises of crickets and cicadas. It was starting to get warmer, too, because you almost didn't need your jacket.

Sam took the driver's seat, Dean took the passenger seat, and you sat in the middle of the back seat of the Impala. Sam had pulled the seat back, even though Dean had protested about never being able to find the right spot for it when he would drive again, but you just laughed.

"He never gets any legroom," you argued. "You and Bobby always shove him in the back seat."

"Not always," Dean argued.

"Pretty much always. I'm just saying giants deserve comfort, too."

"Giants!?" Sam glanced back at you in surprise and protest.

"Okay, I see your point," Dean agreed.

"Sorry, Sam, just trying to help your case."

Sam shook his head and stared out the windshield, but you thought you caught the corner of a smirk on his face.

"Question!" you called from the back.

The brothers looked at each other, and you continued without a response.

"How old do you think Carol was? I feel like she's one of those old ladies that somehow canceled out twenty years of their life and are just going strong. Another question! One night with Carol at that bar dancing all night, and you get ten grand. Yay or nay?"

Dean started to chuckle, caught off guard by your random rambling. He looked over at Sam, who was smirking. The younger brother asked, "Just dancing?"

"Mhm," you nodded with a smile. "I mean, she's got a husband."

This made Dean laugh out loud. Sam chuckled and said, "Sure, why not?"

"Cool cool," you grinned. "Dean? Yay or nay?"

"Hah," Dean shook his head. "Nay."

"Good answer," you nodded in agreement. "Wouldn't want to endanger any innocent people on the dance floor."

Sam laughed at that and Dean let it go with a roll of his eyes.

"You were doing pretty good, Sam," you complimented the younger brother.

"Thanks, I guess," Sam smiled back at you through the mirror.

"Although line dances are sometimes easier. Especially if no one ever taught you how to dance," you rambled. "I don't think that was on John Winchester's to-do list when he was dragging you around the country to kill monsters at twelve." Immediately, your eyes went wide and you clamped a hand over your mouth. You were waiting for some kind of reaction out of the front seats, but they were silent. You pulled your hand away long enough to say, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"It's okay," Dean said slowly. "I just... wasn't expecting it."

"You're not wrong," Sam turned and told you.

Relieved that they didn't want to throw you out of the car, you let your hand fall into your lap. "I should probably just shut up," you said, finally.

"No way," Dean smirked back at you. "This is the most fun I've seen you have since you've been here."

You grunted. "Yeah, that's probably true. Nothing like having your life turned upside-down!" you feigned enthusiasm with a sigh. "At least I landed here instead of, I don't know, the Hunger Games or Game of Thrones or something. There's a higher probability I won't die here, or, at least, I might die and then... come back." You giggled a little and then hiccuped.