Dean was slightly amused that she was so worried about him driving, when really, he didn't have a car in this world. Oh yeah, not only did Dean go without his brother, he went without his baby. He needed out of this hell. Grabbing his jacket, he put it on and looked down at the keys, trying to remember which key was which. Ever since coming and taking over for some dude who owned a bar, he was doing a shitty job. Whatever. He didn't care anyway.
"I'll be back tomorrow, it'll be okay, Em. I'm sure the non existent people in the bar are gonna be worried," he grinned a little and then grumbled until he finally got his jacket on.
"Hey, hooker," Dean started, but the look on Emily's face pretty much shut him up altogether. "Oh, whatever. You said it, not me. Hooker," he muttered and stood there for a moment trying to remember where he even lived.