Dean looks at the machine with a little hesitation.
He cocks his eyebrow and glares at Sam.
"Dude… really?"
"What? I had to get something Dean. You had the Impala."
Dean pokes his head around inside, pops the hood and checks it out.
His head nods periodically, random huffs of air make his dissatisfaction clearly apparent.
"If we're gonna work together again Sam, we're gonna need only one car."
"Fine, then get your gear Dean, and we'll take off. There's plenty of room in here for you."
Dean threw his head back and laughed.
"Not a chance in Hell Sam."