A/N: I needed some practice with second person and present tense, so I wrote this. Hope you like it.
You slide into the backseat of the Impala, and shut the door behind you. You are extremely tired and a little sore, you had no idea how much hard work it was, killing the supernatural.
Earlier in the day you, Sam, and Dean had fought a ghost. She was a hard thing to get rid of. She had been abused by her husband in her life, and then went psychotic and killed her husband, their two kids, and then herself. It had taken some hard work, but you, Sam, and Dean managed to get rid of her.
You hear the sound of the two front doors slamming, Dean and Sam had gotten in the car. You close your eyes and smile when the engine rumbles to life; you had always loved that sound.
You keep your eyes closed and pull your knees up to your chest, and lean against the car door. The hunt had completely wore you out, and you want nothing more than some sleep.
One of the brothers turn on the radio to a classic rock station, and the sounds of Bon Jovi fill the air. Dean starts to drive, and you hear the crunch of the rocky road beneath tires.
A content smile crosses your face. The leathery smell of the Impala, the soft sound of music, and the slight rocky motion of the car, it all feels so peaceful.
You barely register something large and warm being place over you, and after a moment you recognize it as Sam placing his jacket over you.
You let out a happy sigh, and in a moment, you fall asleep.