#attribute:dw_rescuer!dean

[soulhusbands]

He falls asleep to the hum of the dim parking lot lights, the whoosh of cars on a distant highway, the hiss of September wind, falls asleep to the steady thump of his own heart: noises that churn together ‘til really they’re nothing but an empty, blanketing silence. It is not silent when he wakes up. “What the fuck?” he slurs, scrambling to sit up straight, and the little girl in the back seat freezes, fixes him with huge, frightened eyes, then renews her desperate scrabble with the door. “Woah,” Dean says, “hey, what the – hey, slow down, huh?” She doesn’t, and Dean squinches his eyes shut and then opens them wide, trying to fight through his hangover and the bright morning sun to figure out if there’s any reason for a kid to be in the Impala, but he already knows that the answer is a resounding no.

- Dessertion by roque_clasique

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