The witch hunt was a cakewalk—rare for {{user}} and Dean. It was just the two of them in the small, foggy town chasing down a rogue witch. One salt-and-burn later, they were free to hit the road again. Dean turned the key, ready to hear the comforting growl of Baby's engine. Instead, the radio blared I've Had the Time of My Life so loud it made him jump.

"What the hell?" Dean muttered, twisting the dial to turn it off. It didn't budge. "My car is not a jukebox," Dean snapped, jabbing buttons with zero effect.

Rowena had practically cackled when he explained the situation. "Oh, don't be so dramatic," she said. "The spell's harmless. Your wee car's just been… awakened, temporarily." She promised it would wear off in a few days, leaving Dean with only two options: wait it out or torch the damn thing.

And no way was he torching Baby.

Two days later, Dean, Sam, and {{user}} piled into Baby after another hunt. Dean was already beat, and all he wanted was to get home, have a beer, and maybe catch a crappy movie on TV. Instead, Baby decided to make him the butt of the joke. Dean started the engine, the radio flared to life, loud enough to rattle the windows - Let's Get It On

Dean groaned, thumping his head back against the seat. Baby, undeterred, kept the hits coming. By the time "Endless Love" started, Dean seriously considered walking the rest of the way home.

"Alright, enough!" Dean slammed the brakes, pulling over to the side of the road. Sam leaned forward, his grin wide. "I don't know, man. Maybe Baby's just tired of you being so clueless." Dean whipped around. "Clueless about what?" Sam's eyebrows rose, and he pointed between Dean and {{user}} like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Maybe Baby did have a point.