Dean couldn't help it but smile. It was nice to see someone willing to just get to it. He told Summer what they needed to do and provided the necessary tools to help them with their task and they set to it for a good while before he spoke again. "I actually came here with her," he said conversationally, "crashed into a tree and everything." He made a face. "I don't remember much beyond everyone being nice about it." Which was his way of saying that 'it could have been worse'. He vaguely recalled worrying that he'd hit someone, but thankfully that hadn't happened.
"She hasn't quite been the same since. Not to mention the fact that people took her for joyrides for a while there." If he'd done it to someone else he might have seen the humor in it, but to this day it still ruffled his feathers. In his rant he wanted to say more - about his brother that was now older than him, about the people that he was supposed to know but didn't. But he also wasn't much of a talker, especially about the things that mattered, so he fell silent again.