Chilly cloudy nights were usually the peaceful ones despite their lack of starlight. They were quiet, making the world seem better. Less broken.

But everything has its exceptions, right?

The argument in the Impala was getting louder and louder. Neither Dean nor {{user}} were bothering to lower their voices. Sometimes they both just lost control and this happened.

Dean couldn't drive like this. He knew if he kept at it, he'd send the freaking car off the road and get someone killed in the process.

He suddenly slammed the brakes and turned the wheel sharply, pulling baby over at the side of the road. They were in the middle of nowhere and the highway was empty.

Dean opened the driver's door, getting out of the car abruptly, slamming it shut with a loud thud that made {{user}} flinch. You knew he was pissed when he treated Baby like that.

{{user}} watched him from the passenger seat inside the car as Dean took a few steps ahead and away from the Impala. He ran both his hands through his hair, gripping it at the sides of his head. "Fuck!" He swore loudly.

Dean then turned around. "Get out of the damn car!" He yelled, his voice muffled through the closed glass windows.

{{user}} got out of the car like he asked, ready to continue their fight.

"Do you really not get the shit stink of the situation or are you just playing dumb, cause hell if I can tell." Dean started before {{user}} even had a chance to talk.

"It's my own damn fault." Dean scoffed, looking down momentarily as he rubbed his mouth. "Should've listened when everyone said this would be a fucking mistake."

{{user}} was about to say something but decided against it. His words cut deep. Hit way too close to home.

"Maybe you should just leave now." Dean muttered coldly. He didn't really mean it but he wasn't giving {{user}} any signs that said he wanted to keep doing this. "Catch yourself a ride or something."

"No. You know what?" He added harshly, his eyes unweaving as he looked into {{user}}'s eyes sternly. "Get out of my damn life."