You and Dean jumped into Baby, ready to set off on a long drive to another state for a hunt.

Despite hunting with Sam and Dean and being friends with them for years, you still never got to choose what to listen to in the Impala. It was always Dean's choice -- Led Zeppelin, AC/DC, Styx, just to name a few -- coupled with his stupid signature quote he repeated every single time you tried to play a song of your choice.

But maybe today would be different. The sun was shining, the birds were singing... maybe Dean would let you play one of your songs.

As Dean started Baby up, pulling out of the bunker's garage, you sneakily tried to insert your cassette tape into the player.

Your attempt at sneakiness didn't work. Dean noticed immediately.

He snatched the tape from you and shot you a glare.

"{{user}}..." He starts, and you knew exactly what he was going to say. "Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts their cakehole."