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Dean's not a real big fan of the outdoors, at least not when he's not working on the Impala.

But the motel is stuffy, the couple bars in town aren't open yet, and Sam's researching up a storm and threw Dean out.

Thank God for Milliways, is all he's got to say. Even if the indoors is just as hackles-raising there, today.

Maybe Dean needs to get laid.

And if he can't manage that, at least out of doors'll let him walk out some of his pent-up energy.