"Nothing," Dean admitted. He wasn't about to start going on about the dude's height while he was driving. It wasn't even that big of a deal, but maybe he needed to keep his amusement more to himself. Which, well, probably just made him want to grin more about it all. He'd been so tore up over hanging out with this guy? It just made him feel silly thinking about it now. It was a lot like that hunter at the bar that followed him, freaked him out saying he thought they had a connection, only that it wasn't actually like that and he'd just been tailing him.
Dean wasn't sure what to make of it. He had talked to a couple people who didn't have cars, but to him it felt like a need more than a want. He couldn't really imagine life without the impala. The short while he'd had to drive something different had been awful. "They probably have a class? Or you can self teach, in a way. That's how it was back home. They give you a book, you take a test to get a learning permit, drive with someone experienced and then another test and you get your own and are good to go." Dean nodded a little, looking down at the steering wheel and pedals before back up to the road. "It's easy. I think the kicker is learning road signs? And learning your cars pedals."