"You do have a point there. And that actually might have more sex appeal than a back seat, but... You know, the back seat comes in handy when in the heat of the moment." Dean knew that far to well. Though, it recently the front seat had been good enough.
Dean crossed his arms while looking over his Baby. "I think between Banner, and some magic Dude, that they figured out a way that the other cars didn't have to run on gas. Don't know if I'm going to let them tinker with Baby though. Maybe if gas gets too scarce." No he didn't like other people touching his car, in that way. It felt like they were violating her. Which wasn't something Dean would admit to out loud.
"Yeah, motorcycles aren't my thing. It'd be hazardous to drive one in my line of work, and then there's no place to put my guns." He directed his hand toward the rather massive trunk.
"No? I mean a guy like you just flashes that playboy smile and they probably fall at your feet anyway. You don't need a car to do that." Okay Dean knew he was babbling. So he firmly shut his mouth. For all of a minute. "But why?" He couldn't help but ask.