{{user}} was in a parked car with the windows rolled down, playing music while waiting for a friend.

“-And be a simple kind of man… Oh, be something you love and understand Baby, be a simple kind of man..” {{user}} sang along to Simple Man by Lynyrd Skynyrd as the tape played, fingers tapping on the steering wheel.

Dean was walking by the car to get into his own, Sam waiting inside when he stopped, recognizing that song and not being able to help turning to look.