{{user}} was used to spending the long hour drives during hunts on the backseat of Baby since the passenger seat was almost always occupied by Sam. The extra space of the wide backseat was always welcome though.

This hunt however, Sam wasn't with them so the front seat went to {{user}}.

The last fight Dean and {{user}} had with the monster before killing it, was a hard one. A damn close call that made Dean think about stuff. He didn't like thinking about stuff. Stuff made him want to break his rules and codes.

Both his hands were on the steering wheel unlike usual, but he needed to keep his hands on something before making any stupid moves. His eyes were also locked on the road ahead. Again, very unlike him. Hell, even the sound of the radio was quiet and he didn't bother to turn it up even though Led Zeppelin was playing.

Dean's emerald green eyes momentarily averted from the road, falling on {{user}}'s hand. He had this strong... want to just reach out and hold it.

Ultimately he turned his gaze back on the road but couldn't fight the urge to reach out his hand towards {{user}}'s. His eyes didn't move, acting like holding hands was just something he did.