There was no doubt Dean was pissed. Him skirting the car around was a clear sound of that.

He silently fixed the mirror as three out of the four windows on baby were broken, blood everywhere…blood all over you both. You just got done fighting the ‘Were-ghouls’ as so Dean called them.

“Dean I-“ He cut you off. “Shut up.” He said firmly.

You looked down at your hands as he drove the car in silence back to where Sam said he would be.