imagine: you and sam steal baby and go on a road trip
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You're phone binged and you looked down to see a text from Dean.
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You snickered, showing Sam. Sam was driving, but looked for a quick second. "Tell him that she's in good hands," He youngest Winchester chuckled. You nodded, typing away.
Dean sent more frantic texts and you turned off your data. You sat up in the vintage seat, noticing that you were now driving in a forested area. "Where to?" You asked.
"Kansas City," Sam smiled, glancing at you. "One hour down; three to go."
You nodded, grabbing your sketchbook. You delicately drew the road ahead of you, trying to remember little details from miles back. You scolded Sam whenever there the car violently shook.
You pointed out a bluebird before it quickly passed. "Did you see that bird, Sam?"
"There's been tons of birds, Y/N," He said, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.
"But that one was a blue bird!" You exclaimed, excitingly sketching it into your drawing. He smiled at your joy in art.
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You arrived, the sky nearing dark. City lights began to pop up. You grinned, joining Sam on the other side of the car.
You took a mental note of where you were parked, and Sam lead the way.
You wandered through the buzzing streets, lights gleaming above you. You walked into a coffee shop, ordering, and then sitting down.
Sam grinned at his cup which read, 'Sammyule.' You laughed, "Geez, the may have well just writted 'Harvard' on your cup."
Your laughter died down and another order was yelled out.
"We ever heading back?" Sam asked, taking a sip of his steaming drink. You sighed a hot breath.
"I hope not," You placed the cup back on the table. "But Dean would probably kill us if Baby wasn't back by three A.M."
Sam chuckled at your comment, and you smiled. "So... finish the coffee and then head back out?"
"Sounds like a plan."
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Sam looked down at you, noticing you were asleep. He smiled at the edge of his lips. Turning down the music, he continued to drive back to the bunker.
