Though spring had officially started a few weeks earlier, the night was chilly, and Dean was shivering with cold inside his jacket.
When they finally made it back to the Impala, Sam made his grumbling brother stretch out in the back seat and covered him with a couple of musty blankets from the trunk.
Then, sliding behind the wheel, Sam cranked Baby's heater up high and pointed the big car back towards town, giving the Mazda an incredulous look as he passed it. "Seriously, Dean? You couldn't steal anything better than that?"
Dean didn't reply, just raised his middle finger.