Well, the answer to both Sally and Aurora's questions were about to be answered as, groggy, Dean regained consciousness and stumbled out of the driver's seat. He didn't immediately register that he wasn't alone as he looked at the tangled mess that was his car. "Aww... aw, baby, not again," he said as he touched the hood. "I can rebuild you. ...I have the technology." He laughed at his own joke and staggered back, landing on the ground on his ass. Serious head wound was serious.
He propped himself up on his forearm and looked around in a daze, eyes eventually settling on the three woman. A lazy smile spread across his face. "...Hiiii." He wasn't always so giddy, but he'd taken the blow to the head, so please forgive him. "I'm Dean. And apart from all being super attractive, who the hell are you?" He blinked, looked at the wreck that was his car, then looked back at the women. "And I didn't hit anyone, did I?" He tried to sober up at the thought but just ended up laughing again. What a terrible situation. He felt like he could never escape those for long.