"Got it." Dean replied. He was a little curious as to what she had been doing but decided that he could be nosy another time when they hadn't just let a demon go. Instead, he reached over and fiddled with his radio. "You don't mind do you?" It was mostly a courtesy question. And it was barely even that. He didn't give her much of a chance to answer, and he'd already been messing with the knob when he'd asked her.
Dean smiled, when he found one of the few rock stations he listened to whenever he and Sam came to Lawrence (which was a lot in the past year), and settled back against the seat. Driving Miss Buffy back to the apartment complex. The radio had tuned into the Scorpion's Rock You Like A Hurricane. Just starting too. Dean was quite pleased by this.
"So what work did you have to do?" He raised his voice slightly over the music. So much for holding back on the nosiness. Hey, the song had put him in a good mood. And unlike his brother, he reserved his sulking for privacy. The demon had gotten away. Wouldn't be the first one and they'd get enough more later. It wouldn't make it up, never really could, but it was an effort.