Dean hadn't really made him feel any better. He doesn't want to get in the car. He wants to just ... go somewhere. Run, like he used to, but he won't get far and he knows it.

He wants a name, too. One that proves he's not just another in a long line of cars for Dean. He wants to be special.

There's a long moment of hesitation before he finally gets into shotgun and he stares at Dean like he's expecting some kind of proper explanation.