"Dean Winchester doesn't pay for sex," he said seriously in Faith's direction. Besides, he could have just woken up here, didn't mean that he ... right. Well, whatever. The truth was, whatever went down, he didn't remember because it wasn't him. And in no way did he break out the cold hard cash for waking up beside Emily. So all in all, he was still pretty good. Except for the fact that whoever's place he took was a freakin' loser.
"Yeah, and I don't pay for sex," he repeated again when Emily declared that she wasn't a whore, but neither of them seemed to care what came out of his mouth.
Grumbling, he listened to the two of them talk and he raised an eyebrow. So it was a dimension.
"Who cares about the card, how the hell are we breakin' out of this joint?" He asked a little too eagerly and looked in Faith's direction. He knew that if it came down to it, it would be up to him and Faith while Emily just rode in the backseat, as always.
"And two more questions, hot shot," he started. "Where's my brother and where the hell is my baby!?"