[ Yeah, Dean mostly just wants to get home, toss the thing in a box and figure out what the fuck is going on. He's got a good idea of what the ghost looked like and they have some time bought, thankfully. At least a few days, because it's not like it'll be obvious if anyone on the cleaning crew is someone it'd target. ]

Okay.

[ He pulls off at the next diner, and cringes a bit at the mess of his hair and the soaked state of his shirt, his jacket doing a little bit to cover it. He's vain enough to try and make some kind of sense of his hair, dragging a hand through it, only to have it come away a little sticky with the product that got messed up from the water. One disgusted noise later, he's got his wallet in hand, shaking his head. ]

C'mon. I need pie before anything else.