Dean's jaw tightened as she spilled the beans. Or more spilled the beans about the beans. He didn't like this particular revelation, and he didn't like that he somehow had a really chatty car. In fact, he didn't understand how or why his car would even talk. He glanced back at the car, very tempted to ask her why she opened her "mouth." Then the girl added that last part.
"Really?" He wasn't looking at the girl, wasn't really facing her, but he didn't stay twisted looking at the car for long. He just leaned back against his baby with a silly little smile, almost boyish. As if he'd just found out the little red haired girl liked him.
"She said that?" He wasn't the blushing type, but if he could have, he might have. His eyes finally lifted to look at the girl's face, and he straightened up, the smile gone.
"Right. So, you know my name and shit you really shouldn't know. It could get you killed." The way he said suggested that he wouldn't be the one doing the killing. "So, don't talk about it. In fact, don't do that with people. It's a good way to get yourself hurt. Don't just say things about what their...machines? Their crap's saying. It really could get your ass in a sling. Also, if you're going to know my name, I might as well know yours."