"I know, right? Thank God I managed to talk him out of that decision. Thank you, taking care of her is like my second- okay, maybe third job?" He reached up to scratch his fingers over his jaw and turned his head to check out where she pointed. "Nice, not bad at all, I'm surprised it's still running." He teased playfully, never having been a Ford fan. "Do you maintain it yourself?" Dean turned to face it, studying it more closely. "It would certainly come in handy if you had a bunch of dead bodies to lug around."