Mrs. Winchester

"So he's coming with?" I ask when I walk closer to Dean, who's leaning on his precious impala. "Yeah he's just grabbing a few things." he pulls his arms out and they wrap around my torso. I walk one step closer and wrap my arms around his neck.

He places a soft kiss on my lips before placing feather light ones to my neck causing laughter to escape my throat. "Is now a bad time to say that Sammy's sitting shotgun?" Dean says against my neck.

I pull back my earlier smile gone. "You're kidding me."

"Nope." I turned around to see a smug looking Sam. I turn back to Dean. "You love the backseat." he shoots a wink my way and I send him a glare.

"Youre sleeping on the couch for the next week." I climb into the backseat ignoring Dean's whines and Sam's laughter.