He knew what was on his stomach, what he was resting his hand over and gave a small smile, attempting to at least seem a bit happier, knowing the situation, that there was one thing that seemed positive to the other. He let out a sigh. At least now he was positive that this was his car sitting next to him, now. He was about to say something when Sam came back in with his laptop.

"This one alright?" He walked over to show the screen to Dean, showing him a dark blue pick up truck.

"No" The response was almost immediate, almost like he hadn't even actually looked at the picture or information. Just a quick glance was enough, though. He could tell it frustrated Sam by the way the younger almost too calmly closed his laptop to leave the room again. This wasn't going to end well, Dean knew it, but he didn't want to sit in a truck he refused to drive.