There had been something following you and the Winchester boys for some time now. None of you even knew. But that'd come to bite you in the ass later that week.

You and Dean were... somewhat of an item. Or... somewhat of a something. There were no labels. But the both of you slept together on a regular basis, and there were some potent feelings between you both. Arguments were also another regular thing between both of you. (Poor Sammy was just a witness to your tumultuous relationship.)

But, one day, one of these arguments got bad. You took Baby out for a spin just to piss Dean off. You threatened to total her. To vandalize her. But you were bluffing. You took care of the car and then drove back to the motel room.

But, you continued your bluff when you got upstairs to Dean and Sam's motel room, telling Dean you destroyed Baby. He stormed out to go check on her.

Moments later, he stormed back into the room, absolutely livid. Your face paled, and your expression dropped. You hadn't done anything to the car, but his face said that there was something wrong with Baby...