Written to give a friend a smile. Love ya, girl.

Post-"Baby" Drabble.

To the Batcave!

"You missed a spot."

In the bunker's garage, she's as torn down as Sam's ever seen her, the last of the family needing patched up.

His joke doesn't faze Dean, head cocked with a pensive look.

On, Dean? Pensive is dangerous. Somewhere between fifth shot of Jack and First Blade dangerous.

Sam's eyes shift between brother and car – or what's left of it – and something clicks. "Dean."

"Hmm."

"No."

"What?"

"Dean. You are not turning the Impala into the Batmoblie."

Dean grins. "You see, Sammy, the fact you knew that's what I was thinkin' tells me it's an awesome idea."