Sam was driving the Impala like a maniac. Granted, they were in a car chase for their lives with some crazy spirit who was still tied to his truck, but Sam could still at least try to be more gentle with Dean's baby.

"Sam, do not go down that gravel road, I just had the tires - do you even listen to anything I say?" Dean yelled at his brother, as he held onto the side of the seat and Sam twisted the steering wheel to direct them through the narrow dirt road he had taken.

"Sorry, Dean, a little busy out running a spirit here," Sam said angrily, trying to see the truck's headlights behind them.

"Yeah, I know, but could you at least -"

"Dean, just shut up. Do you have the salt ready? The cemetery is just up here, I can only stop for so long to let you out."

Dean huffed and made a face at his brother, but got ready to jump out of the car and into the land of the dead.

By the time he found, salted, and burned the spirit's bones, Dean was sure the car was not in great shape on the outside. So when Sam pulled into the parking lot of their Hotel, Dean grabbed a flashlight, jumped out of the car, and began to inspect it for damage.

"Baby, are you okay?" Dean spoke to the car as he circled around her with the flashlight.

"What about me? I wa-" Sam began as he stepped out of the car, looking at his brother incredulously.

"Have some respect, Sam, she just saved your ass," Dean shouted at him from the other side of the Impala.

"Whatever," Sam sighed, studying his brother's expression. "I'm going in.. Get some rest, Dean," he finished quietly, knowing not to tear Dean away from his car.

Dean grunted in response as he got his cleaning supplies out of the backseat of the car, and Sam went inside with one last look at his brother.

…

Sam woke up a little over three hours later to find Dean still cleaning the Impala.

"Dude, did you even sleep?" Sam asked, stretching his arms over his head as he walked over to where his brother was on his knees scrubbing at a hubcap.

Dean said nothing, but stood up, pulled Sam over to the hood, and pointed at it.

"Wha - ?" Sam started, but Dean just turned Sam's head toward the spot he was pointing at. Sam's eyes were met with a large, very noticeable scratch. He looked at Dean, who was giving him the death glare.

"Dean, I'm sorry, I - I didn't - "

"It's fine, Sammy," Dean said, waving his hand as if to let it go. "It was you, so, it's okay."

Sam frowned, while Dean had to stretch a little bit, but he wrapped his arms around Sam's neck and interlocked his fingers.

"If it was anyone else in the world, I would have killed them," Dean whispered into Sam's ear, "so you're pretty special."

Dean pressed his lips against Sam's, and he felt his little brother smile against his mouth, and one of his hands slide up to Dean's hair.

Sam pulled away from Dean, and cocked his head to the side.

"So am I to believe you are done cleaning the car?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow.

Dean nodded, "you could take me out for a beer now."

Sam looked around the deserted Hotel parking lot, before shaking his head.

"I have a better idea," he murmured to Dean, pulling on his arm and leading him back to their room.

Dean did not neglect to lock the door behind them.

...

A/N: Okay, it wasn't very long, but I thought that since it's my first Wincest fic I should keep it short. I know it's not very good but I don't know the characters very well yet :\