At least Rose had a car. Dean was still miffed that his baby had yet to be seen, though Fred had sent him a message sometime while he was looking for Jake and Jack to say she'd at least seen the precious Impala. He was currently walking the beat so to speak, not that he'd ever think of himself as a cop, cowboy maybe, but never a cop. In one hand was his phone, held up to his ear as he listened to a lengthy message left by the brainy female, and in the other hand, he had a cup of much needed coffee. The hunt demanded long hours, and he wasn't going to complain to anyone about it. He was just going to keep trucking until they found something that would be of some use. It helped though to know that his brother was around and seemed to have a soul.
"Damn." Dean finally pulled the phone away from his ear as he looked down at the info Fred was sending to him. Seemed the fine researcher who hadn't quite given up the computer access just yet had identified a small nest of vampires, or werewolves. He tried to explain to her that werewolves would travel in packs not nests, if they ever traveled together at all, which was very rare. He'd talk to Sammy about it later.
The "damn" wasn't just for the information overload, but there was something about her voice. Maybe it was the thicker accent, maybe it was the fact that she reminded him of a really cool lady he'd met once, or maybe he just really needed to relax. A little happy ending never hurt anyone. Either way, the Brain was sounding not so bad.
"Get it together, man." He pocketed his phone and took a sip of coffee to gird his loins, to use Bible speak, against the day. With a sigh, he headed to the curb to cross the street, and waited for the street to get clear.