Dear held out Baby's keys to {{user}} which made {{user}} give him a confused look with raised eyebrows.

"But-" {{user}} tried saying, knowing if Baby got scratched up Dean would probably go for blood, but Dean spoke first.

"Nope." He chuckled. "Get behind the wheel."

"Come on." Dean insisted. He put the keys in {{user}}'s hand and got inside the car to ride shotgun, leaving no room for {{user}} to argue.

That was new. Dean didn't trust anyone with Baby. Hell, he didn't even trust Sam with his car. She was his... well everything.