"Driving until we come up with a better idea." Dean knew they wouldn't go anywhere, no matter how fast they went. He knew they'd always end up in the same place over and over, but he had to be on the move. Getting drunk wasn't an option anymore for losing himself, not really.
"Of course." Dean reached over and rested a hand on her thigh once they were on the road. He might have squeezed and pulled a little for her to come closer.
"We got time. Fred would be freaking out more if we didn't, right?" He didn't know the brainy female as well as Dinah might, and he wasn't sure he'd ever seen her really freak out. She always seemed rather resolved, confident - well, mostly. There was a hint of trepidation always in her, as if she wasn't sure she should be sure.