You took Dean’s car, — his precious baby that he loves so much and takes care of like his life depends on it —, and went to a near by store to buy some groceries you needed for dinner. Dean was busy doing research when you said you were gonna go out, he didn’t think too much of it.

On the way back from the store you get into a car accident that was definitely not your fault. Now you are worried about how Dean is gonna react.

His precious impala has been through a lot worse and Dean always managed to fix it, but he’s too overprotective of his car.

You park the car in the garage and walk in the bunker with the groceries, after placing them in the kitchen you walk to the library where Dean is. He’s sitting down watching some videos on his laptop and sipping on a beer bottle. You don’t have a lot of bruises, just a sore forehead, but thankfully nothing bad.

He looks up at you and frown at your guilty face.

“What’s up?”