Dean's tapping his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the song playing on the radio, silently mouthing the words. He's more relaxed now, more comfortable. He knows where he's going even if he doesn't exactly know who he's with. Not that that'll be a problem for long. He plans to ditch James the first chance he gets. He'll get there faster on his own anyway, can't chance bringing some unknown to their small fold.

The question catches him off guard and he glances over once before looking back to the road. "The fuck does that mean, am I the same? Course I am. I'm still me." He felt the same, really. A little... off kilter maybe, from coming back from the dead and what not. He doesn't think he's a zombie, he doesn't have the urge to eat the guy's brains or anything. He's just a little tired and a lot anxious.