Dean's life right at that moment was comprised of his baby and the open road.
With the windows rolled down and the music cranked up about as loud as it would go,
he and the Impala were eating up the miles at a pace that would've gotten him pulled over had there been a police car around.
Fortunately, it had been at least fifteen minutes since Dean had seen another car, never mind a cop.
Considering that the Apocalypse was behind them and the world had come through mostly intact, Dean should have been happy.
Lucifer and Michael were locked back in the box, Castiel and Gabriel were upstairs doing damage control, there were fewer demons to worry about,
and - most importantly - no more sons of bitches trying to get him and Sam to say yes. For once, Dean could sit back and focus on saving people and hunting things the way that they used to.
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