"Hey. Watch the face insults, asshole." He mutters, stepping out of the doorway so he wasn't interrupting Dean's angry parade back inside.

And he leaves Dean to his business before making his way over to the guy claiming to be a fucking car, and he grabs him by the leather collar, "C'mon. I look like a...leather daddy in that." And he tries to pull him towards his own car even as he turns on his phone and makes a call to Bothwick to run and find Dean's plate number, something he already has conveniently memorized, with the sat tracker. Doesn't hurt to see if its still out there somewhere so they can call bullshit to this. But, hell, FDR doesn't know fake weird from real weird, so as far as he's concerned...this is somehow within the realm of possible. Sure.