Sam came in with a newspaper in hand. What he showed Dean was clearly a werewolf.
"So, we'll drive there tonight. Check into a motel for a few days and see what we can find, okay? Now Sam, go pack a bag. I'll grab some essentials. The guns are in the truck of the car."
"What are you talking about, Dean? I've never seen a gun or anything other than tools in the trunk." Sam said.
"False bottom." He replied before grabbing his beer and bringing it out to the car. Around five o'clock Dean said it was time to go. I was about to transport there when I remembered the vision I had, had a couple days ago. Dean had said that if I was going to hunt, then I would be driving. In the vision I was also not allowed to ride shotgun. I decided to test it this time.
"Can I ride up front with you?" I asked Dean.
He looked over at me with a small smile. I felt like melting into goo.
"Sure thing, Cas."
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FanfictionDean had been taking care of Sam for years. Even after he quit high school, he still stayed so that Sam could finish it. He got a job at a repair shop and no longer relied on his Uncle Bobby or his dad. He supported him and Sam on his own. One day...
