"Oh, c'mon," Dean muttered, under his breath. It wouldn't be loud enough for either girl to hear, but it was there.
The smile he gave Faith was a lot more of a grimace than anything else, even if he was glad to see her. He liked Faith. They were cut from the same cloth, so to speak.
"Well, I can only be a taxi driver for so long," he joked, "so let's get goin'."