Dean was listening to the whole conversation, of course.  Eaves dropping was always considered rude, but if they wanted to whip out pokemon in the middle of the train, it was bound to attract attention.  Leaning back in his seat, he was currently wearing a pair of old, baggy cargo pants that were torn in some places, while were perfectly intact in others, a white t-shirt with some  brand of soft drink logo on it, he wasn't sure which, it was one of the dark ones, but he never paid much attention, and the complete set was an old baseball cap featuring a pokeball.  It held back his unkept hair, but considering the state of where they had left, he wondered if it was in bad taste.<br/><br/>He currently had his cap pulled down, acting the part of being asleep.  He had a pokemon as well.  It wasn't up front though.  No, it was hiding somewhere, likely the cargo car, or maybe even here somewhere, but either way, it wasn't in view.  After all, Rattata's were skittish.  And it wasn't really his.  Sure, it followed him because he had fed it for a while, but he never went through the actual act of capturing it, or keeping it in a cage somewhere.  For the time being, he wasn't going to worry to much about it, after all, when so many more interesting things were going on around him, it was hard to concentrate on a hiding mouse pokemon.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>