"Yeah, I don't know what the fuck I'm gonna do. I don't run businesses," Dean smiled slightly a little. "You know, besides the family business, but eh. Thinkin' of just doin' my little business in the back. Not like I have to pour the drinks. I get hot chicks to do that for me. You know, in those little shorty shorts. Nice, heh?" Dean grinned now, feeling his headache going away and he moved over and leaned against the counter.
"Junk yard. Yeah, I think I'm gonna be needin' a car. You got anything I could use and fix up?"
Dean walked over to the mirror that was hanging in the hallway and looked himself over. His shirt was half way unbuttoned but his jeans were still on. He wondered how Emily was doing, not that he remembered much of what went on, but yeah. He shook his head and looked back over at Bobby.
"You got a lady friend, goin' on?" Must be nice. Dean cleared his throat and looked at himself in the mirror.
He was fine. He'd be ... fine. Yeah.
"Give me a minute," he said before disappearing behind the bathroom door to get ready for the day. A few minutes later, he was out and he grabbed his coat.
"Let me show you this place," was all he said as he led them out the door.