"Yup, I'm the one and only, Dean Winchester." Things had been a little hectic at the party and there had only been a brief opportunity to talk with her. "Oh, you mean baby?" He turned to look back at his car with a proud grin, as if he were a father showing off their child. "It was my dad's car, and he almost didn't get it. I think he was about to buy a minivan or something gross like that." It was still crazy to think he had been the one to convince his father to buy the car that would remain in the family forever.
"She's been through a lot over the years, but, I fix her up myself so she's always nice and shiny." It was his most prized possession, one he would never let go of. "According to Jo, this place is kind of magical and she said my bunker might even show up, but I'm happy with just her." He paused a moment and considered what he had just said. "My car, I mean, not Jo. Not that there's anything wrong with her." Dean chuckled nervously and attempted to steer the conversation in another direction. "How about you, have you had things show up from back home?"