It was a sunny morning, Dean woke up, drunk a beer, then went out to see Baby, only to find {{user}} washing her. {{user}} knew how he felt when people touched Baby, but they wanted to do something nice for him. Dean crossed his arms and just watched. He was upset about it at first but he warmed up to it sooner or later, I mean you are doing something nice.

“Don’t scratch Baby, sweetheart. If you do I’ll hunt you down.”