Dean lets out a little chuckle at what he thinks has to be some sort of game. He lets that carry on as he thinks through every book and lore he's come across in his life, and makes mental lists of what he needs to send on to the one back home so he can look through the archives and find answers. FDR's words sink onto that list. Dean, too, has noticed that this is mostly him and not so much about the one whose face has been stolen.

"Maybe it's some replicant spell gone wrong-"

What?

He jumps up and runs over to the window, only to let out a horrified gasp when the car is gone. "I didn't!"

Still, could it be they don't remember where he parked? He runs outside and jogs up and down the parking lot in search of it. "THEY STOLE MY BABY!"