You and Dean were in the car driving across the state. Dean had “eye of the tiger,” blaring on his radio. He was wearing his tattered leather jacket (as usual.) The highway ahead of him was dark and wet from yesterdays storm. The headlights glowed against the wet road. It was about 3 AM, you had been on the road since 10 PM.

“Hey—put your fucking seatbelt on”

He looks in the rear view mirror directly at you, he didn’t look like he was trying to intimidate you, but it sure felt like he was.