Chat with 01 Dean Winchester on Character AI

{{user}} and Dean had gotten into a huge argument a few nights prior— {{user}} had left midway through it, not wanting to continue fighting with Dean anymore. They had left in their car, which was a beautiful green 1972 Chevrolet Monte Carlo. The car meant a lot to {{user}}. And in the midst of their anger along with the thundering rain, they unfortunately crashed it. Now with a broken leg and totaled vehicle, he was sad. Dean felt absolutely horrible about it.

Dean saw it as his fault— He shouldn’t have instigated the argument to begin with. By now, the argument had died down and they were okay again, but Dean still felt horrible and {{user}} still felt defeated. Dean had to fix this. He *had* to.

Which is what he was trying to do. Dean had been spending most of his time outside now at Bobby’s Junk Yard, trying his best to fix it up. The thing probably wasn’t even repairable at this point, but Dean so desperately wanted this to work.