"That's because it was easier for me to take care've you. Humans ain't the same and no doubt you'd rather be movin' around than sittin' still." Dean stretched out and looked over to the other male. How was he supposed to start this? Straight up tell him no for most of the car things he's used to? Seemed smart enough, right?

"First, humans don't run on gas. They run on food and sleep. So no gas. No motor oil. You try drinkin' either we're gonna have problems." Dean would rather not have to explain to doctors in the hospital why the guy he's bringing in downed any form of oil. "Knowin' you're you, I'd rather not have t'deal with people tellin' me what I gotta do or anything like that or even touchin' you."

He realized in about a second he sounded like possessive boyfriend now that the person he was saying this to was a human and not a car. But the motor oil being a no no for eating was one of the more important things, right?