You didn't want to push the Impala too hard, so after the third town you decided to find an out of the way motel to spend the night in. There was a liquor store down the street, along with an auto parts store to patch her up until you could make it home. Sam and Dean were both looking weary and tired, leaning against the door as you drove. You needed to get them in the motel room, and cleaned up, making sure none of their wounds were getting infected.

"Wait, we're stopping?" Dean grumbled, his voice hoarse and lack from almost sleep. 

"Yep. You guys need cleaned up, and I'm not sure how much farther the Impala's going to make it." You told him, before climbing out of the car, and making your way to the hotel lobby. The clerk there gave you a weird look, glancing behind you at the beat up car, then to your clothes which happened to have both Sam and Dean's blood on them.

"It's been a long night." You explained as you paid for one room. He just nodded, not saying anything, but handing over the key to room 119. Making your way back outside, you saw Dean hobbling to the trunk of the car, while Sam leaned against the door, not making it too far. "Here." You said, handing the key to Dean. "Go inside, I'll get our stuff."

He didn't even argue which attested to the fact of how tired and sore he was. You grabbed the bags, following behind your two hurt men. Once the door was open, Sam went straight for the bathroom, while Dean perched at the edge of the bed. Sitting the bags down, you came and kneeled down in front of him. You grimaced at the look of his face, all the cuts and bruises that almost made his features more striking.

"Relax. Get cleaned up once Sam's done, I'll be back in a minute." You promised, and he nodded. You turned to leave but he grasped your wrist.

"Be careful." He told you. "The world's crazy right now."

You nodded, letting him know you heard, before grabbing your coat and leaving. Your first stop was to the liquor store, buying a couple bottles of whiskey. Storing that in your bag, you went to the fast food place next door, buying dinner for everyone. By the time you had returned, Sam was out of the bathroom, looking much better and you could hear the shower running.

Handing Sam his tacos, you sat down on the table, munching yours. "So, anything need stitched up?" You asked him, and he shook his head. 

"No, it's more bruises than anything." He assured you. Dean came out of the bathroom then, his face still covered in cuts. You grabbed the first aid kit, and the bottle of whiskey, handing it along with tacos to him as he sat down.

"Y/N, I'm fine." He muttered, but you still wanted to make sure the cuts wouldn't get infected. 

"Shh, please let me do this." You mumbled as you began to dab at each cut. He quieted, knowing you needed this, to make sure he was okay. "Tell me what happened." You said, wanting to get his mind off of things.

Sometime later, you had crawled up next to Dean, cuddling in his arms, and sharing the bottle of whiskey. Sam had crawled into the other bed, and was snoring softly, exhausted. "Seriously? Cas was on the line the entire time you were trying to kill the sheriff?" You asked, the whiskey settling warmly in your belly.

"Yeah, he was going on and on about the monster, and the TV shows he was watching, but I only caught parts of it. I was too busy getting beat up. And then when I chopped the man's head off, it started moving on the hood!"

You laughed, imagining all the things that had happened. "But why are you so beat up? And the Impala?"

He explained about getting overtaken, the sheriff driving his car, and wrecking it to save himself. "I bet that was hard on you." You said.

"I hated it, hated hurting Baby. But it worked, and I shoved some pennies into that bastards mouth, and saved everyone. Sam was about to be turned, and it was the only thing I could do." He said, but you could tell he still he hated himself for hurting his car.

"There's an auto part store nearby. We'll fix her up a little bit tomorrow, then do the rest when we get home." You assured him.

You felt him sigh, before he reached over and turned the light off. "What would I do without you?"

The next morning you woke to find Dean gone, and Sam just barely waking up. Yawning, you went to the window, relieved to see that Dean was out at Baby, already covered in sweat and grease. Slipping on your shoes, you stepped outside, hugging your arms close to your chest as the cool morning air brushed against your still sleep warmed skin. 

Dean glanced over his shoulder, his face looking more purple and battered in the early morning sunlight. "Morning."

"Morning, you replied back. "You're up and at it early."

He wiped his hands on a towel. "Yeah, couldn't sleep, and I figured I could start on the Impala, get her road worthy."

You saw a box of parts on the ground beside him. "Can I help?" You asked.

"You could help by bringing me some coffee." He suggested, pulling you in for a quick and messy kiss.

"I can do that." You answered, going back inside where Sam was currently tying the laces to his boots. 

"Morning Y/N. Dean's already out working on Baby I take it?" He asked, as you grabbed clothes to change into.

"Yeah, he wants some coffee." You said.

He nodded, grabbing his coat. "You relax. I'll go get breakfast."

You let him, and as soon as he was gone, you changed clothes, before settling back on the bed. Dean's phone rang, and you grabbed it, checking to see Cas' name on the screen.

"Hey Cas, what's up?" You asked.

You heard him shuffling in the background, turning the TV down. "Y/N, you surprised me. I wasn't expecting you to answer. Is Dean okay? Nobody let me know how the hunt went."

You felt bad for forgetting to let Cas know. "Yeah, everyone's okay. A little battered and bruised, but otherwise okay. We stopped for the night, both Sam and Dean needed to sleep and the Impala needed some work."

"So you took care of those Monsters?" He asked, just as Dean came in, heading straight to the bathroom to wash his hands.

"Yep, Dean shoved his mouth full of pennies, taking care of it all. We'll be heading back soon. How are you feeling?" You asked as Dean came back into the room, raising an eyebrow at you, curious as to who you were talking to.

"I feel better. Watching all these shows has given me a headache though. How do people do it?" He said, and you chuckled.

Telling him to lay off the TV for a while, you hung up, turning your attention to Dean. "That was Cas. He's fine, just worried about us."

Just then Sam came back, his arms full of coffee and pastries. You grabbed a coffee, taking a welcoming sip, before picking your favorite pastry on the bag. "So Dean, is the Impala road worthy?" He asked.

"She's the Impala! Of course she is!" Dean scoffed. "She should at least make it back to the Bunker."