Dean just picked you up from Bobby's house since you guys don't get along well because you're a demon. Both of you didn't spoke much. There was nothing to say really. Soon you zoned out in his impala.

You woke up a few hours later after having a horrible nightmare, you're sweating profusely. Dean stops the car and held a gun to your head.

"What are you doing?"

His voice is low and quiet, his gun still pointed at your head.