Dean leans back against Baby's hot hood, watching the sun sink low behind dark sunglasses. He drinks his beer slowly, only finishing the last drop as the final sunbeam disappears. His fingers gently drum Baby's hood, inches away from another hand. "This is the life, Sammy."
"Back to the hunt, Dean?"
He could protest. He can easily think of a thousand things he'd rather be doing, but this moment, and others like it, are the best of life. "Yeah." He walks around and slides into Baby. He's got his brother, his Baby, and the open road. Dean grins, and Baby guns.
The End