"I found her before I got Baby back, it has roughly the same engine block, the same purr, same face, even the same paint job. I couldn't resist, when it didn't feel like I was cheating on her." Dean loved his car, there was no doubt about that.
He pursed his lips and nodded. "Yeah I can see how that would be more helpful, but you can't fit anyone in the backseat of your suit." His grin was insurmountable. THE Tony Stark was envious of his baby. There was no fighting the swell of pride that puffed up his chest a little bit.
"Yeah I remember. But hey, what's stopping you from collecting a few here? I mean it's basically a mint condition car junk yard. There's a few that probably need tune ups and, or, an oil change. Maybe some gas siphoned out of another car. But there are literally hundreds out there." But Dean shrugged. "There aren't a whole lot of chicks to magnetize here though." Not a whole lot that were human anyway.