Being too injured to argue, Dean let {{user}} sit behind Baby's wheel while he lied down in the backseat. There were several cuts on his face and he was shot during the hunt.

{{user}} drove faster than the speed limit, checking on him occasionally from the rear mirror. His emerald eyes never left {{user}}'s concerned look reflected in the mirror.

His body swayed slightly with every bump or turn, his breathing ragged, struggle visible on his features as he held on to every bit of consciousness.