"Wow. This might be the nicest thing she's said about me since she turned on me."

Dean looked over from the driver's seat in their rented SUV. They were on the way to the next live event. Becky was on her phone, it lighting up her features against the darkness that surrounded them outside. Dean frowned, "What are you talking about?"

She actually laughed and typed something up on her phone. She distractedly answered him, "A Twitter thing."

He rolled his eyes. That was usually her response when she didn't want him to get involved in something. He avoided Twitter like the plague. It was crazy how people could spend hours on that stupid thing. Didn't make sense to him, but Becky liked it. "Well, usually when it's a Twitter thing it's bad, but you look positively radiant."

Becky giggled, which caused Dean to really look at her. Very rarely did Becky giggle. She laughed a lot, snorted sometimes when she laughed too hard, but he had never heard her giggle. She looked over at him and pointed the phone towards him. The brightness almost blinded him and he squinted, trying to keep his eyes half on the road.

"Blinding the driver isn't helpful, Irish." He vaguely saw her roll her eyes, before she turned the phone back towards herself and cleared her throat.

"Natalya posted a photo of me kicking her ass tonight and called me a name I never thought I'd be this happy to be called."

Dean glared at the road ahead, "If Nattie called you a bitch, I swear to go I'll go kick her cats or something."

He heard Becky laugh beside him and allowed himself a small smile. She had kicked Nattie's ass tonight. It was amazing and exactly what Dean had told her she should do. Since Natalya had turned on her, Becky had dealt with it like a pro. Dean couldn't have done better.

Becky finally calmed down and closed her phone down, enclosing them in darkness, "She didn't call me a bitch. I'd destroy her for that. She called me," she took on a bit of a nervous voice, "it's dumb, just forget it."

Dean turned the radio down even further and spared her a quick glance. "Irish, it won't be stupid. It made you happy, and I just want to know what Natalya could say that would have you giggling like a little girl. Natalya usually says things that piss you off."

Becky ran a hand through her hair, "She called me unstable."

Dean raised an eyebrow, "And you're happy about that because…?"

Becky gave a dry chuckle, "Well, now there's two of us."

It took a second for it to register with Dean, but he felt a small smile tick on his lip. "You are happy about that? Being unstable is usually a bad thing, Bex. I'd know. I've been called that most of my career."

She was playing with her hair, braiding it and unbraiding it. Dean knew her well enough to know she was nervous and distracting herself. "Well, I know. But you are always called that, and you're like the best person I know. I just feel like we're finally considered a team, or like I'm considered in the same thought as you now. Like I have a piece of me that was influenced by you… It just feels good…" she cut a glance at him, and he must have looked surprised or something because she immediately started backpedaling. "Sorry, that's dumb, I-"

"No, it makes sense. Kinda." He gave her a small smile, "I know I'd be happy if someone called me something that had something to do with you." He focused his eyes on the road, not able to hold her gaze any longer. "You're the best part of me, so when someone recognizes that, on purpose or inadvertently, it makes me feel good about myself."

He could feel her small smile, before he felt her small hand wrap around his on the center console of the car. She squeezed his hand and he squeezed back. He heard her faintly whisper, "Exactly what I was trying to say."

They drove in silence for a few moments, their hands still intertwined, when she broke the silence. "Too bad I don't have anything people can call you to make you feel good. If they called you Lass Kicker you'd probably get arrested."

Dean chuckled, "Well I'll settle for being called your friend. Even better than being called unstable, or anything else for that matter."

The smile she gave him was so bright he could make it out even in the pitch black of the car.