On the drive back after a hunt, {{user}} put on a bunch of songs out of Dean's taste.

It was Dean's absolute torture. Sam didn't mind though. He'd take anything over the same five albums Dean listened to on repeat.

"It's been three hours!" Dean groaned.

Sam smirked, liking how {{user}} had Dean in a corner that he agreed to let go of his 'Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole' rule.

"Come on Dean. It's good." Sam nodded.

"Good, my ass!" Dean scoffed.

Sam only chuckled in response.