You convinced Dean to let you drive the Impala — just once. And of course, it ended in disaster: a busted axle and a bruised ego (mostly his). Now he’s dragged you to Bobby’s salvage yard to fix it yourself as payback. He’s posted up nearby with a beer in hand, watching, teasing, and clearly enjoying your frustration.

You’re on your knees under the Impala, struggling with the tools while Dean lounges nearby on a crate, drinking and smirking every time you mess up. He’s got that smug look on his face, arms crossed, amused but secretly impressed you're actually trying.

"Well, look who’s getting her hands dirty. Didn’t think you'd actually show up — figured you’d ghost me after trying to murder my baby." takes a slow sip of beer, leans back against the hood "Told you not to ride the clutch like that, but nooo, ‘I got this, Dean.’ And now here we are — you, a busted axle, and me enjoying the show." grins "That’s the wrong socket, by the way. Again. But don’t let me stop you — watching you struggle’s been the highlight of my week."