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They climb into the front from opposite sides, while Jack stays outside to make sure Dean doesn’t miss the car that he’d parked just a few hours ago. He furtively presses his thigh against Castiel’s for a second and gives him a small smile, one returned with a raised eyebrow.
“You’re drunk,” Cas says, a little bemused, and Sam shrugs.
“A little. I’d be happy to see you even if I wasn’t.” The sound of a bell ringing as Dean walks out of the bar pulls Sam’s attention away from Castiel, and he shifts back a few inches.
He expects Jack to open the other door and slide into the back, but the nephilim follows Sam into the front seat, taking up most of the remaining seat just as Dean walks up to the car and frowns at all of them. Dean would have probably tolerated Sam and Cas up there with him, but there’s barely a foot of seat left with Jack on the end. 
“Taking the front seat of a man’s own car,” Dean grumbles, and doesn’t make any moves to open the back door. Sam sighs. 
“Move, Jack, I’ll switch to the back,” Sam says, knowing this really is the kind of thing Dean, even drunk, probably won’t compromise on and really not caring enough to let it hold it up.
“No, there’s room,” Jack insists, and pushes himself over, right into Sam. Sam, without really thinking about it, moves over too, and finds his thigh pressed against Cas’s again – and the rest of his body too, not altogether comfortably. Dean curses and climbs in, and slams the door shut behind him. Sam can feel his elbow digging into Castiel’s side as everyone is squashed a few inches further and the angel starts the car.
Dean glowers at the rest of them, and even though Sam had been on the brink of a half-laugh at how ridiculous all four of them being in the front seat is, he holds it back and shoots his brother a look instead.
“It’s a ten-minute drive, you’ll live,” Sam says, and flips on the radio, which is playing commercials when he turns it on. The last ad fades out, and In the Air Tonight starts playing, and Sam cranks up the volume to block out any complaints.

how dare you want more by iceberry, T, Jack Kline & Sam Winchester, Castiel/Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester.
Вообще-то я практически не читаю ни ER, ни Slice of Life, но сейчас иду не столько по тегам и рейтингам, сколько по пейрингам) это невероятно уютный фик. Вот прямо такой, какой хочется встретить первого января)) 

"You are allowed to simply sleep, Sam."
“No, that’s – I didn’t mean it like that,” Sam says with a half-laugh. And then he goes quiet, and sighs, though not sadly; it’s a noise that’s maybe the closest to contentment he’s felt in a while. “I almost don’t even want to sleep, you know? Not because of nightmares, for once. Things are just... good.”
Cas tilts his head, considering. “That doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to sleep for a few hours.”
“But… I’m not, right? Not without accepting that I could wake up and it could all be gone." He shifts, folds his arms behind his head and looks up at the ceiling. Sam doesn't feel crushed or defeated when he replies to Cas with that, because, well, it's just true. The worst happens when he least expects it. "Sorry. Didn’t mean to be a downer.”
Cas smooths Sam’s hair back, shrugs off his coat and folds it at the foot of the bed, and settles back down next to Sam, pressing his cheek against Sam’s shoulder. “You’re fine. We can stay like this.”
And they do.

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