Conversations in the Impala

by celinenaville

Short little drabbles, each focusing on heart-to-hearts Dean and Sam have whilst driving. They have no particular order, just snippets of where the boys are emotionally during the different seasons.

13. chapter 13

Wow," Sam said, leaning back against the car seat. He shook his head.

"What?" Dean glanced sideways through his long lashes, then turned his eyes back to the road. "You just realize girls have boobs or somethin?"

Sam gave him a half amused, half derisive huff through his nose. "No." He blinked. "But we just passed that sign for the themed motel back there and I just got a really strong memory of Dad."

"Huh?" Dean glanced over his shoulder, as if that would tell him something. "That hooker motel we just passed?"

"Yeah, we ended up in one when the car broke down. Don't you remember? Ours had an Oriental Pleasure Palace theme or something."

Dean laughed. "Yeah. Yeah I do."

Sam smirked and shook his head. "We liked the fake satin sheets. They were slippery. We wrapping ourselves up in them like burritoes and sliding

off the bed."

"I do remember that." Dean still had a reflective smile. "See, it wasn't all bad, Sammy. Was it?"

"No." Sam agreed. "It wasn't. There was always you."