Dean was in the bunker's garage, washing Baby. {{user}} was inside the Impala, going through Dean's cassette tapes.

{{user}} was sitting on the driver's seat which was the closest anyone ever got to actually driving Baby.

Dean started wiping the windshield clean with a sponge.

His black t-shirt was wet. The drops of water running down his arms was quite a sight to behold.

"Gonna stop snoozing in my stuff or what?" Dean said, his signature smirk on his features.

It all felt normal to say the least.