Lindsey's arm snapped back at Dean's words as if he wanted to punch him, but there was nothing to punch. It was either Dean or the Impala, and as angry as he was, he honestly didn't want to smash either.

Snarling, he dropped his hand and dropped Dean too. Fine, if Dean didn't want him around, then he wouldn't fucking overstay his welcome. He had more backbone than that. Going to the back of the car, Lindsey reached in and yanked out his guitar case, then angrily marched to the curb to pick up his bag.