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Dean (donttouchthecar) wrote in utr_logs,

"Yeah, you can say that again," Dean answered and just looked, well, gawked at the gigantic house they lived in. Must be nice. He was happy for them cause yeah, this isn't where they came from at all. He could pretty much understand why they wouldn't let this place go. He walked inside after Sam and put his bag down by the door and followed Sam into the kitchen. The fridge caught his attention. Huge. Fridge. Oh, the wonders that were in there.

"Nah, I'm cool." Lies. He took the beer though and held it up with a smile before cracking it open and taking a long gulp. "That way?" He pointed. Time to get down to business, after all, it was the reason he came. To fix the car. He remembered the weeks before he died, he was telling Sam everything there was to know about the Impala, his baby and now he imagined that in the other world, Sam was not only trying to get them all back, but his car was being taken care of. He sighed, not even being able to imagine what Sam was going through right now before following Sam out to the garage.

He stopped once he got out there and just stared at her. Holding the beer in one hand, he walked over and ran his fingers over the sides and over the roof before getting to the hood that was already popped open.