Dean wasn't too happy with the current predicament. He puts Baby into reverse and spins the wheel, slightly looking over his shoulder as he spins the car around.

"Jesus Christ Dean! Are you trying to kill me?!" You yell over the squealing of the tires, loud engine and the music.

He smirks a tiny bit through his wounds and the blood as he sees you try and grab onto something in the passenger seat to try and not fly out of the car. "That's the fun part though." He puts Baby back into drive.