Title: View From the Driver's Seat
Rating: PG
Summary: Ever since Layla had come on the road with them, everything had changed.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. A girl can dream, but, alas, that's all it is.
Author's Note: Used for philosophy_20, prompt #5: syzygy.



“Hey, I know we put on a hell of a show, but you wanna keep your eyes on the road?”

Sam sighed, annoyed. He’d been annoyed for about an hour now, starting when Dean had very unceremoniously pulled over and all but ordered him into the driver’s seat while he climbed into the back with Layla. She, at the very least, had tried to protest, but then he’d kissed her and she’s pretty much given up trying. Or talking.

“Leave Sam alone,” Layla told him. Sam could see Dean give her a look in the rear-view mirror, which she returned wit a stern glare of her own. “You’re the one who made him drive.”

“You didn’t start complaining again until now,” Dean argued. Sam snorted a laugh. Yeah, there was a world class argument. Sam watched as Layla shoved him in the shoulder.

“I’m gonna go back over to the other side of the car and put my seat-belt on now,” she told him, disentangling herself from Dean and moving off of his lap. It was all that Sam could do not to laugh out loud.

“See what you did?” Dean accused him, gesturing to the overabundance of space between him and Layla, who Sam could see, out of the corner of his eye, leaning against the door and barely able to hold in her own laughter.

“Whatever, man,” Sam replied, shaking his head. Ever since Layla had come on the road with them, everything had changed.

Dean spent more time back there with her, in the motel with her. Everywhere with her. Her cancer had gone into remission; how, no one seemed to know, but there was always the chance it could come back. Dean lived with that every day and Sam was sure that he wanted to be as close to her as he could for as long as he could.

“I’m sorry I interrupted,” Sam said, looking up at the rear-view mirror. He knew he didn’t really have anything to be sorry for, but he figured he could throw Dean a bone. He caught Layla’s eyes in the mirror. “Go back to what you were doing.”

She smiled at him, a tiny little smile. She didn’t unbuckle her seat belt, but she did slide over so that she was sitting next to Dean. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and she leaned against him and closed her eyes.

Sam found Dean’s eyes in the mirror completely by accident and he saw what looked like gratitude pass through them right before he put his eyes back on the road and kept them there.