In the Impala- Baby, the leather of the seats are cracked.
The leather was warm against my cheek due to the sun rays peeking down through the windows, the smell musty but comforting in an odd way.
There's a few newspaper clippings tossed about the floor, they crinkled and crushed under the pressure of my boot once I sat up from what was apparently a nap.
Yeah, weird- I know.
I'm a bit of an easily distracted person, so before I could even get my bearings on where I was I already had my face pressed up against the window, watching dark trees whizz by.
"Hey, kid-" I didn't really register that anybody was actually talking to me, so I continued watching my surroundings pass by, amazed that a dream, these sensations, could feel so real.
"Kid!" My eyes finally snapped up towards the front seat at the urgent tone, only to be met with a pair of irritated green eyes in the rearview mirror.
Dean.
I was frozen in place- everything hitting me at once. I wasn't just in some car, I was in THE car. Apparently I looked a little worse for wear after that, considering Dean's face went from annoyed to worried pretty quickly.
"Are you alright?" With an arm over the the back of his seat Sam had turned around to ask.
Oh my god.
At this point my vision was blacking out, causing me to wake up in a cold sweated startle with a smile for the first time in my life.
