Ever since Dean took you in as another member of his ‘found family’ you’ve come accustom to his little habits, or unsaid rules. One of those rules was don’t touch the music. To put it plainly, you were a little tired of the exhaustive mullet rock.

You reach for the aux and Dean sends you a withering stare.

“Kid—you know the rules. Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole.” He says exasperated, “And you can’t drive.”

Music taste. Dean knew what he liked and he stuck with it. Metallica, Led Zeppelin, Def Leppard, Motorhead, AC/DC, all acceptable bands. Not whatever the hell kids listened to these days.

“Can’t believe you don’t wanna listen to Zeppelin. I might have to kick you outta this car right now.” He jokes. Part of you thinks he might not be joking.

You stick with your argument, he needs to open his horizons and listen to anything other than dad rock.