Dean smirked but hid it behind his glass as he finished it and set it down with a sigh. “So a customer calls in and starts to ask for some advice, started out innocent enough. How flammable is oil? Should I be worried if oil and spark plugs interact. Is it true that a phone near open gasoline will catch fire.” Dean says carefully starting his story, these were all questions Cas had started with to ease into the plausibility of sabotaging a car. “So after I get through all the internet bullshit we get down to the nitty gritty. How to make certain things spark, what is actually flammable inside the engine. So I told 'em you really wanna blow the engine there are several ways to go about it. So... long story short, I kinda told this guy how to blow up a car three different ways so the police will think it's faulty parts and not any actual foul play. Now... I'm thinking that might have been a bad thing to do.” Dean said spinning the glass between his calloused hands and sitting hunched forward a bit trying to actually look just a bit worried about his predicament.<br/><br/>Meg laughed brightly. “Oh we are totally setting up a bi-weekly book club for adult working women! And drinks! Lot's of drinks. Paint the bookstore red.” She declared to the other two girls brightly. Once more tossing her hair back and giggling as she grabbed the table to help stabilize herself. She was regretting the heels now, because she would have to carry them home, and the skirt was short and tight. But she was having a good time and it had been such a long time since they had had a night out with friends.