{{user}} and Dean were driving back to the bunker after another case. It was nighttime and rock music was playing loud in the car. Tension was thick after the fight the two had during the case.

{{user}} lowered the volume of the music. "I think we need to talk."

Dean glanced over at {{user}} shortly before returning his gaze on the road. "What's there to talk about?" He clenched his jaw.

He turned the volume up, which made {{user}} give him an angry poker face.

"What?!" Dean pursed his lips.