"How..." I started. "How did I know you were here? I heard Baby's door when you got in, and again when you got out." I blinked. "I know that sound, hon. It will wake me up at night. That's why Sam rode with Ruby, once I got back from Hell. He knew taking Baby would wake me." I nodded. "I guess it would. Sam is smart enough to know that." I sighed. That time they were at odds, I had hated it. "I'm just glad you worked that out." Dean smirked, shaking his head. "And then some." he muttered. "We are years from that. Years, Gwen. And most as bad as the first five. We had our fights, but we always make up. Even when I mess up as bad as I did last time. God..." He rubbed his eyes. "I'm just glad Chuck didn't write after the Apocalypse. Becky would have had kittens!" I grimaced. "UGH, the extreme fangirl... Did she ever pop up again?" Dean smiled. "Ask Sam. He'll fill you in." His eyes twinkled and I sighed. God, this degree of handsomeness had to be forbidden! But still, I found Gabe's eyes more alluring, especially when they twinkled.
"You like him, huh?" Dean asked, indicating Handsome. I turned to the car and sighed. "Yeah... My uncle used to have one just like him." Dean had noticed the sadness in my voice and asked: "What happened?" I put my hand on the roof and stroked the glossy paint. "Uncle Alex took my mom for a drive, after he had repainted his car black. She loved fast cars. Some idjet with a quart of tequila down the hatch and harbouring the misconception that he was unbreakable, ploughed into the back, making the car spin. They hit a rock wall, and mom and uncle Alex never made it." I wiped at the tear running down my cheek. "Dad couldn't handle the loss. He started drinking, then one day he just decided to go for a permanent walk into the lake, two months after mom was buried. That was four years ago."
Dean put an arm around my shoulder. "Yet you still like this car?" he asked. I smiled up at him. "Yeah. The car didn't kill them... Drunk driving did." Dean kissed my head. "I'm sorry, Gwen. I shouldn't have pried." I shook my head. "That's ok. I can handle it. After a while, telling the story gets a bit easier." Dean walked over to a lockbox on the wall and took out a keyring. It had a beautiful crystal hanging from it and the colour reminded me of Gabe's eyes. Dean tossed the keys to me. "Here you go, hon. He's all yours. I patched him up and he runs like the wind, purrs like a kitten and roars like a tiger." Disbelieving, I caught the keyring, before it hit the car. "You mean that?" Dean grinned, his green eyes sparkling. "Hell yeah. He's meant to roar and speed down the road, not to get dusty in our garage. But..." He raised his finger threateningly. "Only after you're allowed to leave here! We're still trying to work out how Crowley knew about the Earthangels, and how much he actually knows." I threw myself around his neck. "Yes, Dean! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Dean chuckled and hugged me back.