Imagine: Beating the Heat with the Winchesters
Genfic / No Pairing / Reader Inclusion
"It's hot."
No one answered you.
"It is so hot." You tried again.
This time Dean grunted and Sam's lips pulled into a thin line. You groaned theatrically, flopping across the back seat.
"It's hot. It's hot. It's hot."
"Well what the hell do you want me to do about it, Y/n?" Dean snapped, a bead of sweat rolling down his neck.
You contemplated it. "Ice cream."
"What?" His head whipped back to look at you, scowl ingrained in his features.
"Or milkshakes." You shrugged, shoulders sticking to the leather upholstery. "Or ice water. I don't care. Any diner with AC that works."
"Why would we stop? We're nearly back to the bunker." Dean glanced at Sam who shrugged.
"We're still a couple hours out…" Sam trailed off, lightheaded with the heat, but keeping outwardly calm in face of your grumpiness and Dean's irritation. "Couldn't hurt to stop for a bit."
"Yeah… Alright."
You pulled into a trucker's diner at the next exit. As soon as the car turned off, you sprinted to the building in an attempt to reduce any amount of your existence under direct sun. Fresh sweat dampened your clothes as you reached the door, chilling immediately in the frigid interior air. The hostess stand was empty, so you helped yourself to a seat at the bar. The boys came in a minute later and you waved them over.
With two handsome men next to you, the waitress suddenly appeared. "What can I get for you?"
You leaned in front of Sam, rising off your seat. "Yeah, hi! I want an M&M Nutella chocolate milkshake, water, onion rings, and mozzarella sticks with a side of ranch." You caught Dean's amused eye. "What? I'm hungry…"
"I'll have the same." He grinned. "Plus, a slice of the house pie."
"Uh, cookies and cream milkshake please." Sam offered the waitress a small smile. When she walked away, Sam leaned back to address your disbelieving stares. "What? It's a cheat day."
"Then I'll let you have one of my opinion rings." You held up a single finger seriously. "But only because I like you so much."
"Gee, thanks Y/n." He chuckled.
"Don't look at me." Dean held up his hands when Sam naturally looked his way. "I don't like you that much."
"I know better than to get between you and your food." Sam chuckled with a knowing inhale, brows raising. "Last time I tried to grab a stray fry, you nearly stabbed my hand with a fork."
"You don't steal a man's fries, Sam!"
"I was ten!"
You grinned at their bickering. Already the day was turning around. If anything could beat the heat, it was milkshakes with your favorite boys.