Dean pushed off the side of the car as she approached, watching her walk toward him.  He kept his eyebrows raised, but kept a scowl on his face as he stared into space, or rather, her body.   He flinched a bit at the trunk slamming and turned to her, matching her smile.

“You would trust me to drive your car?”, he asked, more rhetorical than anything.  Every now and then, John would let him drive his own Impala, if he was injured or it was a long drive.  But he usually just camped out in the large passenger seat.

He held the keys in his hand and shrugged, “I think this car could use a little exercise, after dealing with your driving for the past several years.  After I get ahold of her, she’ll never be the same.”

He waggled his eyebrows with a small laugh, and turned to open the passenger door for her, gesturing for her to get in.  He wasn’t looking forward to the drive to Minnesota, or even staying in Minnesota.  Nothing good happened in Minnesota, for him, and it was infested with Vampires.  He sighed again, and let the smile return to his lips as he came out of his thoughts and held the door frame.