Good. Because if she'd kicked the car, Dean was gonna kick her, girl or not. You did not fuck with his baby.
Period.
He nodded. He was hearing that 'thing of beauty' line a lot lately. First from Faith, now from random parking lot girl.
Dean squinted. It wasn't that early, but it was a bright fall day and he had not yet had any coffee. That's what he'd come out here to do: get in the Impala and go get decent coffee. That's what he wanted to do.
"It's nice that she's appreciated," Dean said. "I'm on my way to caffeine. You need help with something?"
Or, y'know. Maybe she just stood in the parking lots of motels grinning like that all the time. In which case, Dean was definitely getting in the car.