'See the problem with cans is they start to get that weird taste after a while,' he replied. 'Besides it isn't as fun to drink from a can.' The truth about Dean was, and Barbara knew it, he was anything, but normal. What could possibly be normal about him? He hunted demons, ghosts and so forth...what was so normal about that? Nothing, so if she wasn't normal and he wasn't, he was very ok with all of it. Dean knew best of all that there were worse things in this world than not being normal.
'Cute, I can't see you stealing a road sign,' he remarked as he opened the trunk. Dean did a one over on the shotgun before throwing it into the weapons cache. He closed and locked the trunk before opening the door for Barbara and closing it once she was in and went around to his side. 'Eh, still a decent shot for someone who hates guns.' He knew full well about her partner, hell it was obvious as day. He knew her probably better than any girl he ever met and that was saying something. It wasn't too hard to figure her out, except when it came to certain matters. 'You wanna continue the lesson when we get back? We can go over Devil's Traps and other fine points of protection. And yes, some of it includes pulling out some dusty old books we have in the trunk, possibly including my dad's journal.'