No Rest For The Weary
~Y/N and the Winchesters just can’t catch a break.~
Dean x Reader, Sam
Warnings: It’s a roller coaster. Fluff, bit o’Smut, Angst. Flusmangst.
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The sun was shining brightly despite the heavy blanket of clouds that drifted across the Kansas sky. Breaks between the heather offered visions of perfect blue, and the air was filled with the promise of summer.
The Impala was speeding down the highway, its freshly washed black exterior gleaming in the sunlight. Tires spun in metallic blurs as Dean pushed her through the sparse mid-morning traffic, leaving Montana in the dust and heading home. The windows were down and wind whipped around the three hunters, lifting their hair and spirits. The rush of air forced them to breathe deeply, filling their lungs with the crisp spring atmosphere, relaxing their bodies and calming their minds.
The case hadn’t been any harder than any case before it, and certainly wouldn’t pale any that came after. But they were tired, muscles sore from lack of sleep and constant movement; their souls in need of restoration. Time off was desperately needed, and as long as Heaven and Hell kept to themselves, maybe they would get some.
As the miles wore on their shoulders settled, their minds calmed, and their smiles returned. Two hours in, laughter returned to the Impala as Sam and Dean argued lightheartedly about the cassette tape Dean had pushed into the stereo.