The air is thick with tension. There is an argument coming, you both know, because of how evasive Dean has been towards you since the moment he had gotten the Mark of Cain. His behavior has changed after that, he closes off, gets angrier, doesn't let you see what he's thinking like he used to... And now he's driving with you in the Impala, in the middle of the night.

"Come on, spit it out." He says, gravelly voice as he stares at the road ahead, hands on the wheel. "Don't just stare at me."