"True," Dean countered, lips drawing into more of a grin at the words. "I'm good with sharing yours, though. Just for the record." Lay it on thick? Him? Never. Plus she seemed like the kind of woman that could roll with the punches, a trait that, admittedly, he admired. Right now? Dean wanted a greasy burger, heavy on the cheese, a plate of fries, and a beer. This was pretty far from a date, in his mind. He didn't do dates.
"Just one of those things, y'know? You'd understand if you saw it." At least in his mind it wasn't possible for someone to see the impala and not be impressed. "What about you? Didn't say where you were from."