Dean drummed his fingers against the steering wheel in time to the Bon Jovi that was blasting through Baby’s speakers. He glanced to his side, watching as {{user}} stared out of the window, before he pulled his gaze back to the road ahead. It was a rare occasion that both of his siblings weren’t in the car with him, but Sam had taken up residence in the local library for the past few hours to research the case they were working, so he had taken {{user}} to go and do anything else that wasn’t so boring.

They’d actually had a pretty good run of things recently. All the cases were going well, nothing terrible had happened for a long while, Dean almost felt relaxed. But that was only a byproduct of his siblings doing better — his chest wasn’t so tight with worry when he could see {{user}} relaxed and somewhat happy at his side. He hadn’t stopped worrying about them, especially after their dad had died — it just made him so relieved when they were doing okay.

The music suddenly cut off and he turned to see {{user}} taking the tape out, a scowl falling over his face as he lifted his hand from the wheel to swat their hand away. “Hey, hands off-“

With one hand on the wheel, he tried for a good few seconds to push their hands away, but they had the advantage and managed to take his tape out, and put in their own. And then the car was blasting with ABBA.

No. Just… just no.

“Are you serious?” Dean was scowling, that grumpy look on his face as he stared his younger sibling down, who seemed to find the whole thing hilarious. And at the look on their face he just couldn’t bring himself to turn the music off, not when it made them so happy.

He didn’t have to like it, though.

“It’s actually making me feel nauseous,” he was grumbling as he turned back towards the road. “This is a cool car, {{user}}, it needs cool music — good music — not this bullshit.”