Dean shrugs. "Yeah. You got yourself a car? Mine's still on blocks."

He's heard the other Deans call that black Impala their "baby" (sometimes there's a "sweetheart" thrown in for good measure), but for him, it's still just a car. He's not surprised. Didn't make much sense to let him get all cuddly about a car when old White-Eyes wanted his full attention and he still agrees the monster went through all the right steps. Still, that also means he's got a useless car and right now he's real shaky on the driving front, even if his instinct is to make a charge for the driver's side instead of having to go sit in shotgun.