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     Dean stared, mouth agape, at the smaller man. He hadn’t expected such an outburst from him. “So… you think you’re my Impala?”     “I don’t think, I know I’m. Your. Baby.” The Impala huffed out, the effect of his stance somewhat ruined by the shivering of his goosebumped body.     Dean shook his head, running his hands over his face. “I’m calling Cas.” he shook his head in befuddlement, pulling his phone  out of the pocket of his jeans and moving towards the motel room door, gesturing for Baby to follow him as the phone rang.     “That was fa-” Sam sa

    “Who the hell are you? Where’s my car?” Dean grunted out, gruff voice angry. The dark haired man’s features fell at Dean’s reaction. His low, rumbling voice, similar to a car engine, had a hurt tone as he responded, “D-Dean it’s me, Baby.”    Dean’s green eyes narrowed and his scowl deepened “Now you listen here buddy, I don’t know what kind of sick joke this is but I want my car back pront-” Dean’s voice faltered mid-word when he noticed the shorter man had tears welling in his eyes and had curled in on himself, shivering again. Dean sighed and handed the othe

     Dean leaned back in his chair, popping his back in the process, and shoved the lore book he had been reading away from him. “Man, I need a break,” he said, drawing Sam’s attention and gaining an eye roll. Choosing to ignore it  he continued “I’m gonnan make a coffee run” he finished, standing up and breezing out of the hotel room, into the cool winter night, pulling on his jacket.     Dean reached into his pocket to get the keys to the Impala and stopped, mid step, when he saw that his Baby wasn’t where he had parked it. Not only that but sitting on the snowy asphalt where he had parked was a sh