"well don't look at me like that, wasn't my fault." You shrugged.

He still kept looking at you ridiculously "How can I not look at you like this, you scratched my baby, my freaking baby, Julia."

"I'm sorry you couldn't do better at the moment Dean, i saved your ass." He said as you climbed to the backseat in the impala

He looked at you, confused and curious. "What are you doing?" He asked.