"Yeah, pretty strange." He'd mull it over later. He cut a glance at her "Peggy, stay with me now. Don't go to sleep. I don't need you feeling like a hundred pounds of wet sand when I get you out of that seat. I'm not as young as I used to be."
Dean nodded slowly. "Baby's my baby. No real story behind it. It was my Dad's, and he left it to me. And I take care of her, that's all." He rubbed the dash affectionately. "I've taken her a part and put her back together more times than I can count. This car was more home to me than any piece of land." Though that was a little different now. Home was where Mary was. His heart. "And me and Sam... What we do doesn't exactly pay, so we only use hospitals and doctors when push comes to shove. Everything else is done by one or the other."
Glancing back over at her. "Nah, they'll just be glad you're alright. Sorry, but I'd be pretty pissed off if anyone found my significant other in the same condition and didn't tell me to haul ass to the hospital." He held the CB to his mouth as he spouted off orders to his son. And informed the Doctor what was up.