Dean drummed his fingers on the wheel, humming a tune he couldn't quite place. The Impala's radio was busted. He looked over at the smaller figure asleep under his coat in the passenger side. The moonlight turned her blonde hair nearly silver, and Dean wondered how he got so lucky as to have Jo. His Jo. He gave a little half snort at how he, Mr. No-chick-flick-moments, was having a chick-flick-moment. As he continued humming, he reached the climax of the song and started to sing aloud. "Can't fight this feelin' anymore..."