"It got trashed back home," Dean says with a shrug. It wasn't the only car they'd found in that lot, either. He guesses he wasn't the only person abducted from a car at the Institute. "Your car's a better bet."

Ten minutes walk doesn't sound that bad. The more he thinks about it, the more he has to admit he doesn't mind killing some vampires, morals or not. It'd be different if anyone but Sam told him to do it. They could screw themselves. He didn't care one way or another if some vampires chew on some humans: it isn't his problem. But Sam telling him, that makes all the difference. He's still leery on the whole killing thing but what else are you supposed to do? He doesn't think they deserve torture, not a bunch of randoms who didn't do anything to earn that right. That really just leaves sitting pretty or killing 'em, so it's not like there's a whole lot of options there in the first place.

The proto-demon nods toward the street, eager to get this show on the road.