Dean held onto the dashboard intensely as you braked hard again. He was teaching you how to drive Baby, and he has been internally panicking since you both got in the car.

He valued Baby as much as he valued you… but you’d probably be grounded for the rest of your life if anything happened to the car while you were driving.

He took a deep breath before he started talking. “Okay, kiddo. You’re doing good. Now, press down on the gas again… gently,” he said, his voice a bit shaky from before.