If Sam had known today was the day Dean would finally lose his mind, he wouldn't have gotten up at all. But, then again, Dean needed support in times like these, especially with the looks some people were set to give him.

The day had started off normally, but it had just gotten worse and worse as the clock hands moved forward.

"Wakey wakey, Sammy," Dean had practically yelled in his ear this morning when his alarm had failed to do it's job, almost causing him to have a coronary.

"Dean! Argh, I'm awake! What did I tell you about waking me up like that?"

"Couldn't resist," Dean grinned, winking and simultaneously pulling his old, scruffy boots onto his feet. "You just looked so peaceful..."

Sam swore, now in the midst of pulling a shirt on. "Just hurry up and get your crap, Dean," he sighed, jumping up and grabbing his bag. Dean followed suit, whistling cheerily as he opened the old, wooden door, obviously splendidly happy with himself and how the day had progressed already.

Sam had found his cheery mood annoying at the time, but little did he know, he would do anything to get Dean back into that mood just a few minutes later.

"What the f—," Dean said slowly, once they had arrived next to his beloved car. His eyes narrowed, and Sam edged around the car to see what he was glaring at.

"Sam, did you do this?" Dean was hissing through this teeth. Sam took one look at the driver's side of the car and moaned.

Thought I would help with the rust on this piece of crap, was keyed into the side of the car.

"Wha—no, of course not, Dean!" he said, his eyebrows raised. Dean's eye spasmed a little.

"Then who the hell did?" Sam didn't take it as a good sign when Dean's temple started throbbing, almost at breaking point. "Who the hell would do this to MY BABY?!"

"Dean!" Sam hissed through his teeth, glancing around nervously. "Stop yelling! People are going to start to look this way!"

It was, however, too late by the time he had delivered the warning—almost everyone in the lot was now glancing over perplexedly, trying to see what Dean was so upset about. Dean vented his anger at the 'attacker' of his car by aiming a kick at the side of it, which was followed by a loud gasp.

"Oh, baby, I'm so sorry!" Dean said loudly to the Impala, sinking down to his knees and looking on the verge of tears. "I swear I didn't mean to hurt you! Why do people insist on abusing you so? WHY?"

Everyone who had been staring looked away in alarm, many of them rushing to get into their hotel rooms or cars, and away from the insane man... who, by the way, was now stroking the side of the car, almost screaming, "Never again! Imma look after you, baby, even if it kills me!"

"Dean!" Sam hissed through his teeth, grabbing under his armpits and hoisting him up. "Come on! We can get this fixed, but for now, let's just go!"

"Baby, I'm going to fix this," Dean said, almost bawling, and still stroking the side of his car. "Even if you do have that horrible thing on the side of you, I'm not going to be embarrassed! It just goes to show that you can withstand even the most horrible of abuse!"

Sam almost pushed Dean into the driver's seat, shut the door and then plopped into the passenger's seat. As the Impala drove away, someone stood, almost completely concealed by the bushes, but peeking over to see what the driver's reaction. She held a keyring in her hand, swinging it round and round her finger.

"That's what you get for not tipping me," she grinned, striding into, and across the lot, all the time looking incredibly smug.


Well, what do you think? :) This is my first attempt at writing Supernatural fanfiction - I used to write on this account, under the name Jacob Black Love, but only Twilight stories - so, tell me what you think. I'm a little rusty, so please, tell me what I can do to improve.

Cheers :)