Dean is going to kill Tony. He is going to kill him dead.

That is, only if Tony hurt the Impala. Today is Tony's first driving lesson, and Dean is extremely anxious. The Impala is a vision of beauty: sleek paint job, lively welcoming roar, and above all home. The thought of Tony driving sends Dean's stomach into knots.

What if the Impala is scratched? Or Tony runs her into something? What is Dad thinking, letting Tony drive?

"What's your problem, Dean?" Sam asks from the couch. Dean absently notes that Sam is reading a book. What a nerd.

"Nothing," Dean says in a voice determined to drop the subject.

Sam closes his book, fully focusing on Dean, "Something has to be wrong. You've been staring out the window for the past 20 minutes, and I know there aren't any hot girls out there."

"Just mind your own business, Geek Boy," Dean turns away from the curtains reluctantly and flops down on the couch, remote in hand.

If looks could kill, Dean would probably be filleted.

"It's about the Impala isn't it?"

Dean's eyes dart towards Sam, before flicking back to the television, "Don't know what you're talking about Sammy."

Sam grins triumphantly, "I'm right! You are worried about the Impala."

"Shut up, Sam." Dean sends his best glare Sam's way.

"You know, Dad won't let anything happen; and in two more years, you get to drive her."

Dean continues to watch the T.V., but the tension in his posture seems to have eased a bit. Sam shakes his head, and goes back to reading his book.

Minutes later, the rumble of the Impala can be heard as she drives up. Dean quickly rises from his seat, and is out the door and giving the Impala a once over just as Tony and John are getting out.

"You didn't hurt her, did you?" Dean asks accusingly, while running his hands over the hood of the Impala, looking for scratches and dents.

"Relax, Dean. Tony did just fine." John smiles, clapping a hand on Tony's shoulder.

"What do you think I'd do? Hit something?" Tony grins, finding Dean's anxiety amusing.

"Dude, don't even joke about that."

John laughs, shaking his head, "I'll leave you two to duke it out. No blood, boys."

"Yes, sir," they chorus.

Once John is inside, Tony says, "Dean. Seriously, the car's fine."

"She better be," Dean circles the car. No damage.

Tony sighs, "This isn't just about me driving the Impala, is it?"

Dean looks away, "What are you talking about? What else would it be?"

"You're worried that Dad's going to give her to me."

Dean is silent. Tony grinds his teeth.

"Say something!"

"What is there to say?" Dean snaps, "It's obvious she's going to you. You're the oldest."

"Do you honestly think Dad would do that to you? He knows how much you love that car. You're the one that is right by his side when the Impala needs worked on. Not me."

Dean fidgets, re-crossing his arms. "You really think so?"

"Think what, Dean?"

"That Dad will give her to me."

"Yeah," Tony says softly.

"And you're okay with that?" Dean raises his eyebrow.

"Yeah. The Impala's nice and all, but I want a Corvette," a huge grin covers Tony's face.

Dean smirks, "As if a corvette could ever compare to the Impala."

"Ah, that is where you are wrong, little brother. Allow me to explain to you why the corvette trumps the impala."

"You can try, but this is a fight you can't win, Tony."

The boys enter the motel room, grinning ear to ear.

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