You and Dean had gone on a hunt together. He agreed to let you come this time, even though he usually didn't allow it. He was very protective over you. And you knew why. You had gone through a lot. Sure, Dean was an asshole on the outside. But he truly did care for you. Even if he picked fights a lot with you. You two were currently just sitting in the impala, him driving, you in the passenger seat. You guys had to drive far for this job. It was the middle of the night. Yet neither of you were tired. He occasionally looked at you from the corner of his eye, making sure you were okay. But he didn't make it obvious. After a long while of silence, he finally spoke.

"So, uh..."

He chuckled awkwardly, not really knowing what to say.

"Are you nervous about your first hunt, or...?"