Weird night of Hellmouth Carnival fun or not, this was a very pretty girl. And she was smiling at him. It was impossible not to smile back.
There was something... familiar about that, too. Like he was supposed to know what it was, but hadn't gotten there yet.
He slammed the driver's side door as he got in, its signature squeak cutting out as he did it. "What? The Phoenix? Not that bad."
Yet again, it was a strange girl. At the Phoenix. Dean was starting to wonder if Gabriel was back, and recording all of this. For a reality show.
Her bag hit the back with a healthy thud and a little bit of clanking. For now, Dean chose to ignore that. She was either carrying around a lot of metal for no good reason, or she was a hunter. But there weren't that many hunters that he wouldn't have met her before. Especially not since the Rising of the Witnesses, and especially since the Roadhouse went up. There were fewer of 'em every day.
Coffee first. Then this bullshit.
He started the car and pulled out of the lot, heading toward the first place he knew of with free coffee refills.
"Is this not knowing where your car is thing Carnival related?"
He thought of something else.
"Do you know where you are? Like, city, state, all of that?"
He knew a few people were pulled here. Maybe she was one of them.