“Woah, dude, look at those guys. And their car!” Shawn said, pointing to a black impala.
Gus glanced at it, unimpressed. “Probably gets horrible gas mileage.”
“But look how cool it is!” Shawn said. “Oh, oh they’re getting out!”
Shawn waved out of the blueberry’s window.
“Who is that?” Sam asked.
“No idea.” Dean said.
“He’s waving at us.”
Dean glanced back at the man waving frantically through the window of a small blue yaris.
“Blech. What an ugly car.”
“It probably gets good gas mileage.” Sam pointed out.
“Worst color ever.” Dean said.