Dean threw the bedding over Sam. They both snuggled down, reveling in the softness, warmth, and general Cowboy-ness of the entire setup.
“You nice and warm?” John’s face was soft, and the love in his voice was unmistakable.
Sam and Dean nodded in unison.
“Mind if I play a little music?”
“Nope.” Dean spoke for both of them.
John flipped through the box of tapes, and popped in Led Zeppelin II, turned it on low. Whole Lotta Love came through the speakers. To Sam and Dean Winchester, weaned on their father’s love for 70s rock, it might as well have been a lullaby.
As the Impala rumbled down the road, John tapping his fingers in time to the music, Dean pulled Sam against him, a gangly, floppy haired little spoon to his big spoon. “This is awesome, Sammy.”
The horrifying moment when you look around for an adult and realize you are one.
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