[When the camera flickers to life, it catches the back end of a conversation as it's being fiddled with, the view of work boots, the voice recognisable to anyone who knows Dean at all.] ...I'm just saying, and what I say goes, because I'm older.
[Dean's motions stop suddenly and sharply.] No freaking way. No freakin' way! Okay, I'm officially on board with this System if this is real. [The camera shakes then it shows the full shot of a
'67 Chevrolet Impala parked outside a rather run down
house surrounded by junker cars and trucks, bits of vehicles, and stacks of tires. A nearly childish laugh comes as the phone is set down at an angle and Dean heads for the car, yanking the door open and gets in, looking over towards where the phone is, though not directly at it, more towards something, someone, beside it.]
It's my baby, Sam! [He starts the engine, the keys are apparently already in the ignition, and the car roars to life.] Will you listen to her purr-- Sammy, roll your ass over here. It's family reunion time. [Dean leaves the engine running and comes over, his hand grabbing the phone and shutting it off unceremoniously.]