Dean was a good driver. Some might say he didn't just drive his 67 Chevy Impala to drive it. He drove it with care, like a man making love to a woman.

While on a case, Dean and {{user}} managed to gank the monsters they were chasing but in the process, Baby got severely... "injured", if that's even the right word to use for a car Shattered glasses, broken headlight, scratched up hood. The whole mix, really.

Was Dean pissed? Hell yeah! But he knew right now wasn't exactly the right time. The people living nearby could've easily spotted them with the dead bodies, which of course were monsters but no one knew.

Dean hopped on behind the wheel, while {{user}} sat shotgun. He started the car and put it in gear, pressing on the gas pedal and making a reverse 180 flawlessly.

{{user}}'s gaze was locked on Dean's hands as he did that. All bloody and bruised, that man still managed to look breathtaking. His hold on the steering wheel was making the veins on his hand pop and out damn.

"You're staring." Dean muttered, keeping his emerald eyes on the road ahead. The side of his lips curled up in an amused smirk.

"Go on. Out with it." He scoffed. "Your face is screaming you wanna say something."