If anybody ever asked what you did in your spare time, you would almost always tell them that you enjoyed driving. For you, driving was a giant stress reliever, just being out on the open road with Dean’s cassette tapes blaring through the radio was enough to make you forget about everything. You enjoyed staring out the window, allowing the world to fly by you in colorful blurs. Your hunting life seemed to disappear whenever you were in that car and for a brief moment, you felt normal.
After the particularly difficult hunts – the cases where innocents lost their lives, no matter how hard you tried – Dean would take you for a drive. The destination was usually unknown, and you would both drive until the early hours of the morning. Or until the Impala ran out of gas.
Sometimes, both you and Dean would blast the radio, belting out the lyrics to whatever song came on, other times, you would talk, about the hunt, about Sam or Cas, about each other…. And very rarely, you would both sit in complete silence. But it was the best way to spend your time, in that car with Dean.
Tonight, however, was incredibly different, the Winchester’s had found no hunt, and the bunker seemed a lot more alive than usual. Dean filled the Impala up with gas, before giving her a wash and cleaning out the garbage that hung around underneath the seats. He polished over the scratches and made sure there were no dents left unseen.
Amazing Kodachrome view of street life around the upper Angels Flight station, in its original Bunker Hill location at 3rd and Grand, 1960. Adjacent to the station is the old Elks Building, now demolished.
 The Boyd Orr Building pictured in stark black and white (Source: Glasgow University Archive Services, Building Photographs)  The Boyd Orr and maths buildings (Source: Glasgow University Archive Services, Building Photographs)  The Boyd Orr building. (Source: Glasgow University Archive Services, Building Photographs)