[ The worst of all of this is they're still no closer to figuring this shit out, and he's hungry and he's soaked. Fuck everything.

Dean keeps the windows rolled up and flicks the heat on, dragging a hand through his hair with a grimace. ]

Next time, we'll just go in and take care of it. People were getting attacked out back in the alley, not in the friggin' bathroom.

[ A few signs speed past, exits and other items. There's a sign for a late night diner and Dean's stomach growls. Beer isn't exactly a dinner. ]

You hungry?