After being drugged and ALMOST forced to marry one of your psychotic fans with an insane parasocial attachment to you, you were standing outside with Dean, the two of you leaning against Baby. "I mean, I do need you watching my back." You said, looking up at the cloudy, grey sky. "Obviously."

Dean crossed his arms and let out an incredulous scoff. "Yeah, when, uh, crazy groupies attack."

You rolled your eyes and nudged him with your elbow. "You know what I mean."

Both of you were shrouded in silence for a good moment or two until Dean spoke again. He shook his head, tapping on the sleeve of his jacket with his thumb. "You know, I got to say... For a whack-job, you really pulled it together." His tone was teasing and light, but he knew he'd get on your nerves. At least a little. He needed to lighten the mood before the next words fell out of his mouth. "I'm just saying. It's stupid to think that you need me around all the time. You're a grown-up." He glanced over at you for the first time, his eyes slightly glossed.