It was like the heavens were mourning. The sky was dark, wet, and cold. There wasn't a single animal in sight.
Cass ran his fingers down the side of the window of the Impala as a drop of rain slide down on the other side. His warm breath fogging up the window as he let out a long sigh.
Sam was sat in the back this time, his legs stretched out in the seat with his laptop open to site that mentioned fallen angels. They still hadn't heard or seen anything new or usable.
Dean glanced at Cass in the passenger seat just as Cass's fingers reached the bottom of the window pane. He took a slow breath and looked straight ahead to the road and the reflection of street lights making it harder to see the lines.
Cass finally pulled away from the window and yawned before unfastening his seat belt and leaning over to rest his head on Dean's lap, "Dean?" he asked quietly.
Dean hummed a reply and kept his eyes on the road.
"How big is your bed back at the base?" asked Cass quietly, fiddling with the stitching of Dean's jeans.
Sam finally glanced up at the rearview mirror where Dean was looking back at him. Dean chuckled and smirked down at Cass as Sam shook his head and looked back down at his laptop, "Oh…big enough," he replied chuckling.
Cass smiled and shifted onto his back to look up through the windshield at the darkening sky.
A/N:
Hey, just a little something something I dreamt a bit ago :3 I tried my best to make at least some sense with it because of course it was a dream. I thought it was too good not to write about so here you are. Enjoy! Sort of a little birthday present to myself as well. And thanks for the follows/review/favorites! Means a whole lot more than it probably should.