"She is, isn't she," Dean commented. He'd thought the same word about Summer herself as soon as he saw her but wisely didn't say it. He rounded the car to take a look at her dirt bike and let out a low whistle. "She's not so bad either." He'd always loved the Impala, though. If he didn't have his gear and his brother to cart around he always thought that he'd try for a Harley. Back home as long as he had the open road he was happy. These days? Well, at least now they were on a planet where he could actually drive someplace, so that was something.
He offered Summer a hand to shake, wanting to make their introduction more formal. "Dean Winchester." Back home he wouldn't even have considered a stranger touching his car, but he was trying to be more open with who he interacted with here. He'd been in this universe for a while now and it seemed like he'd still be here for a while still, so it was about time he learned to be more open with others.