"Fucking-god-damn-son-of-a-fucking-bitch-piece-of-shit."

"Would you calm down?"

"Shut it."

"Dean, it's just – "

"Don't you dare fuckin' say it."

"- a car."

Dean stopped in his tracks and spun to face his brother, thrusting a finger against Sam's chest. "Number one, it's not just a car, dumbass. Number two, how do you expect us to do our job if we have no way to get anywhere? You think ghosts and shit are just gonna come to us?"

Sam frowned and smacked Dean's hand away. "I'm just saying, maybe you should have a little perspective."

"Perspective?" Dean gasped as Sam continued walking, leaving him still standing in the middle of the road.

"Yes, Dean, as in this could be worse," Sam said, waving a hand as he continued to trudge down the road. "We don't know who took it, could be… murderers or serial killers or something. What if we'd been there?"

Dean snorted and kicked at the ground, sending up a cloud of dirt. "Yeah, like we couldn't have taken them. You know, if you hadn't insisted on stopping at that fucking supermarket – "

"So I'm sick of eating Ring-Dings for every damn meal, sue me. And anyway, this isn't my – hey!"

Dean looked up from his boots to see Sam dashing towards what looked distinctly like his car. He scanned the car once he reached it, brushing hands reverently over the slick metal and checking frantically for any marks.

"She looks okay," he breathed in relief.

"Please stop referring to it as 'she'; it's a car," Sam said in a dour tone, glaring at his brother through the windshield as Dean slid into the front seat.

"She's my car," Dean murmured, almost to himself, as he scanned the dashboard and spotted one of his cassette tapes lying in the passenger's seat.

His heart stopped when he picked it up and found the tape pulled from its spool and strewn about in a mangled mess. A piece of paper was lying folded beneath the cassette, and Dean flipped it open to reveal a note written in careful print –

Sorry about your car, we only needed it for a bit. Really sorry about your tape.

"Who the hell d'you think these guys were?" Dean asked, handing the note to his brother as Sam climbed into the seat beside him. "Who leaves an apology note after stealing a car?"

"Weirdos," Sam mumbled.