Well, it's his car now. For the time being. And after he ditches it, the cops might even return it to the bereft real owner.
Stark checks the mirrors, then backs out of the parking lot and onto a side-street. Within minutes they're back on Hollywood Boulevard, probably answering Winchester's question about where they are; if that's not enough, the gigantor letters spelling out HOLLYWOOD on the hill definitely gives it away. Though it isn't the typical fire season, the huge sign is back-lit with burning palms and jacarandas, just one more indication that LA is going (literally) completely to Hell.
It feels weird, leaving town at such a critical time. Who knows if there will even be an LA to come back to after this is over? On the other hand, if there's no LA, most likely everyone will be dead. Luckily it's early evening; late enough that the worker bees have gone home, but early enough that the club kids haven't come out to choke the roads into uselessness.
Stark acquired what he could from his revolving-door trip through the Room, but there are two things he didn't get. Therefore, he pulls off the boulevard into the parking lot of a small convenience store. The Lincoln is parked by one of the pumps, and the blade is again removed from the ignition before Stark gets out. He throws a "Fill it up" in Dean's direction, heading for the tiny store with no explanation. While Stark's behavior hasn't done a total 180, it's clear that his lethargy and dismissiveness have vanished in favor of focus and energy. Within only a few minutes, he's coming back out of the store, stowing some things in the pockets of his new coat.
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Stark checks the mirrors, then backs out of the parking lot and onto a side-street. Within minutes they're back on Hollywood Boulevard, probably answering Winchester's question about where they are; if that's not enough, the gigantor letters spelling out HOLLYWOOD on the hill definitely gives it away. Though it isn't the typical fire season, the huge sign is back-lit with burning palms and jacarandas, just one more indication that LA is going (literally) completely to Hell.
It feels weird, leaving town at such a critical time. Who knows if there will even be an LA to come back to after this is over? On the other hand, if there's no LA, most likely everyone will be dead. Luckily it's early evening; late enough that the worker bees have gone home, but early enough that the club kids haven't come out to choke the roads into uselessness.
Stark acquired what he could from his revolving-door trip through the Room, but there are two things he didn't get. Therefore, he pulls off the boulevard into the parking lot of a small convenience store. The Lincoln is parked by one of the pumps, and the blade is again removed from the ignition before Stark gets out. He throws a "Fill it up" in Dean's direction, heading for the tiny store with no explanation. While Stark's behavior hasn't done a total 180, it's clear that his lethargy and dismissiveness have vanished in favor of focus and energy. Within only a few minutes, he's coming back out of the store, stowing some things in the pockets of his new coat.