Dean's Impala was going double the speed limit as he drove to her house. He was used to doing this. Sometimes, she needed to clear her head. The best way to do that was driving down back roads with him. Upon having heard her shaky voice and sniffles over the phone, he knew what she needed. The same thing as always.

It wasn't often Dean could do this for her. He was always out of town on hunts. It made him feel shitty. He couldn't be there for her all of the time. He knew she didn't mind, she understood his job and how important it was.

Dean didn't even have to exit his car as she quickly walked out the front door. She ran to the Impala, quickly opening the passenger door. Dean didn't need to speak, he knew she wasn't ready to talk about it. He saw the tear tracks down her cheeks and sighed. As he began driving, he spoke.

"You're okay now, I've got you."