Hey, it may have been bad porn, but Dean was of the firm belief that bad porn was better than no porn at all.

However, the girls going wild were starting to loose their appeal, and he was ready to maybe turn in for the night. He moved to the window, to do one last perimeter check, before heading off to dreamland, when he caught some guy with his hand on the hood of the car. Now he certainly didn't mind someone admiring the Impala, as she was clearly meant to be admired, but there was something about the guy that was just -- off.

And not in a good way.