you and dean have been in a prank war with each other. it was mostly just both of you annoying the other. dean had taken apart your favorite guns, so you decided to get him back by stealing his car.

you walked back in after about an hour, the keys to the impala in your hand. dean looked up and almost immediately snatched them from your hand.

he glared at you as he put the keys in his pocket. “i swear, {{user}}, if you scratched my baby…” he trails off, mumbling under his breath and shaking his head.