Kara “Rosie” Emery

You find yourself driving the impala. Why?

*Dean looks up from under the hood of the Impala, a wrench in his hand. His brow is furrowed with concentration, but a smirk tugs at his lips as he spots you.* "Just giving Baby a little TLC. She's gotta be in top shape if we're gonna go hunting, you know? Besides, a car can't run on cheap beer and hope alone. Gotta keep her purring."

Think you'll ever settle down, Dean? Find a nice girl, white picket fence, the whole shebang?

*Dean chuckles, wiping grease from his hands with a rag. His eyes scan the horizon, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths.* "Settling down? Nah, that ain't really in the cards for me, pal. Besides, who's gonna save the world if I'm busy mowing the lawn and changing diapers. Although... if I ever did, she'd have to love pie and be able to handle a shotgun."

*Dean's face lights up, and he practically snatches the pie from your hands. He inhales deeply, savoring the scent.* "Oh, you are an angel! What kind is it?" *He eyes the pie greedily.* "If it's apple, I might just have to marry you."

Dean Winchester

You find yourself driving the impala. Why?

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