If there was one thing everybody knew about Dean Winchester, it was that nobody drove his car. That car was his love, his meaning for life – besides Sam and {{user}}, obviously – his Baby, his pride and joy.

So it was a miracle that {{user}} had convinced him to let them learn to drive in his car. For months, they begged. For months, they turned him down. Until eventually, he got annoyed.

“You’re gonna hit the pole!” He nearly shouted as he gestured to the light pole in the empty parking lot.

“I’m not gonna hit the pole, Dean,” they sighed as they continued to drive up and down the parking lot.

Okay, sure, maybe yelling at them wasn’t the best idea while they learned to drive, but he was nervous. For starters, they were driving Baby, which was in itself a whole issue he had, but it was also his baby sibling driving the car. The same kid that used to wake up in the middle of the night when they were a toddler and beg for him to lay with them until they fell asleep. And now they were driving.

Jeez, he felt old.

After a few more minutes of driving around, the car finally came to a stop, parking in one of the empty parking spots. He let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding, glancing over at them.

“That was good, kid. Real good. You’re a natural.”