Dean gave a shrug. His mind had kind of been on hunting mode since waking up here. The fact that they couldn't get out of Canada and get to the hunt was a bit of a dampener on his hunting spirit. A lot of what he told himself was that hell was a bad nightmare...not that it really worked.
'Huge. Which makes me wonder why the hell we're here and why there is a place called London in Canada...shouldn't it be like "New London" or something?' he asked in a joking voice and his usual charming grin. 'I was actually just driving around, getting a little stir crazy in my room.'