Imagine Dean letting you drive the Impala and you get to pick the music because of the house rules.

Word Count: 368 (sorry this one's short) 

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After a surprisingly short hunt involving a vengeful spirit, you, Sam, and Dean have arrived back at the motel. 

You start to pack, grabbing all your clothes and other personal items (including many, many books) and shoving them into your duffel bag. Sam and Dean are still packing, so you decide to take a quick shower.

Following the shower, you come out of the bathroom and see the brothers waiting for you. 

"About time," Dean complains.

You just roll your eyes, "Hey, you guys were the slow packers, don't blame me."

"We were not slow, you were just too fast." He argues.

"C'mon guys, let's go," Sam says, making his way to the car.

With a smirk, you hop into the driver's seat. Sam calls shotgun and quickly gets into the passenger seat before Dean can blink. 

"What are you doing?" Dean asks you, leaning against the open window beside you. 

You look at him innocently, "I thought I'd drive for a change."

He glares at you, but your resolve doesn't budge. Finally, he gives in with a sigh, "Just this once."

You smirk in victory as Dean gets into the Impala, and start to drive. After a few minutes of Dean brooding in the backseat, he leans forward and places a cassette into the player. 

"Hey, what're you doing?" You question him, eyes narrowed.

"Playing some music, why?"

Shaking your head, you take out his chosen cassette and start playing your favourite music. He stares at you in disbelief.

"Sam, you remember the house rules, right?" You ask him as you avoid a giant pothole. 

He nods and smirks, "Yes, of course."

Dean frowns.

With a chuckle, you glance back at Dean, who is not looking impressed.

"Remember Dean-o? Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole." You taunt, turning your music up louder.

He grumbles and proceeds to stare out the window as your favourite music blasts through the car. 

But, as the song changes and when Dean thinks you're not looking, he nods his head to the music and taps his foot to the beat. 

"Ha! I knew you liked it!" 

Dean spends the rest of the drive denying it, and you and Sam tease him relentlessly.

Finally he gives up, leaning back with a weary, "Whatever."