Typically Dean would have been annoyed that Deena beat him to the punch when he was in one of his good, humorous moods. Since he was feeling stressed out with the whole Bela and Colt thing, Dean could have cared less about things such as that – his main priority was getting the Colt back, and possibly putting that thieving woman six feet under. Even though he was in a losing fight against the army of evil, Dean could not help but feel that at least he and the other hunters were preventing their inevitable domination of the world. He was a soldier, a warrior, and hell, he was going to go down fighting – a warrior’s death as they called it.
Once he parked the Impala, turned off its’ engine and closed the door, Dean made his way into Bev’s Diner with his close behind him. He stopped upon entrance and gave the vicinity a quick look-over and he searched for the Sterling sisters, and when he spotted them, Dean headed in their direction while placing his order in with a waitress that passed by: double bacon cheeseburger with onion rings and a coke with little ice, the food of champions.
“So splitting. Don’t exactly see what good that would do against Bela,” was Dean’s way of saying ‘Hey’ but he had decided to skip the formalities and get down to business.
“What you and Sam got a plan percolating in those brains of yours,” he asked while shifting his gaze between his brother and Sarah.