A MOTHER'S LOVE
WOW: nap. Someone's looking after those boys; they just don't know it.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but I would lavish them with devoted care if I did.
Dean sighed, shifting slightly; soft breaths misting the passenger window as he enjoyed a much-needed nap. He relaxed unconsciously listening to the Impala's engine purring it's soothing lullaby.
When Dean took over driving Sam would get some good shut-eye, she'd see to that.
Working it out perfectly, she would run low on fuel just as they reached a gas station with a decent diner; those boys were looking too lean; they needed a good square meal.
When the yellow-eyed Demon deprived the Winchesters of the most important woman in their life, no-one told him there was another ready and willing to step up to the plate.