Baby stared at him for a long second, trying to gauge whether or not Dean was serious. But he was, and Baby had never had the luxury of refusing Dean a look under his hood, so. He shrugged his jacket off before pulling his shirt over his head slowly. Dean's already seen the scars on his stomach, but on his back, there are more, crisscrossing lines from numerous crashes. Most are faded, faint lines, but he's clearly been put back together a few times. The white, nasty gash on his neck is probably the worst of it. He has a Devil's trap tattoo'd on his lower back, just above his ass.

"S'from the crowbar," Baby said quietly, finger brushing over the gash.