Dean is taken out of the bombardment of memories that both do and do not belong to him by--
80's R&B? Whoever is blasting Billy Ocean can suck it, he gets up for classic rock and nothing else.
But now he's curious.
He opens his eyes to...
Holy shit.
The evil monsters and bad memories are momentarily forgotten as he takes in the fucking 1977 Chevy Camaro Z/28. There were only, what, thirteen, fourteen thousand produced. It's bright yellow with black stripes, had Z28 hood decals, a black grill, and a cowl-induction hood scoop. Are those yellow and black seats? Dean is vibrating with the need to look under the hood.
Then he notices there's no driver, which is weird because there's also no one else in the immediate area. Who the hell drove this over here?
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80's R&B? Whoever is blasting Billy Ocean can suck it, he gets up for classic rock and nothing else.
But now he's curious.
He opens his eyes to...
Holy shit.
The evil monsters and bad memories are momentarily forgotten as he takes in the fucking 1977 Chevy Camaro Z/28. There were only, what, thirteen, fourteen thousand produced. It's bright yellow with black stripes, had Z28 hood decals, a black grill, and a cowl-induction hood scoop. Are those yellow and black seats? Dean is vibrating with the need to look under the hood.
Then he notices there's no driver, which is weird because there's also no one else in the immediate area. Who the hell drove this over here?