Dean continued pouting as Bobby told him to stop.  He didn’t want to go to Minnesota…again.  He never wanted to drive that far again.  He sighed, looking up at them both as Bobby offered a choice of cars, and plenty of bribing to get them to take the case.  He did like the sound of that.  The bigger the car, the more space they would have if they started fighting.

He perked up a bit, after that and slapped a hand on the table, “Throw in a bottle of scotch just for me, and I’ll do it.  I hate Minnesota…I’m gonna need booze.”

After he offered his side of the bargain, he looked over at Mika as she finished her food and winked at her, letting her know that he was willing to go, if she was.  He then clapped his hand on the table one more time to offer another piece of bribery, “And I want to take the Impala, hers, I mean.”