"Dean--Dean, that's not what I meant by go for a drive. I mean you can lie in the back. I'll drive us somewhere just a long way away from here, put some miles on the clock, and you can get drunk and sleep and wake up in another state, a whole hell of a long way away from here.

"You don't want to be here, Dean. Not in the bunker. Not sleeping in the room next to his."

He didn't block Dean, but he did follow him, like a dog on a leash, tailing in his wake.

"Maybe if we drive far enough, we can get away from it, just for a little while. Maybe drive as far as the ocean, for once, and you don't have to do anything but lay in the back and sleep."