[Dean has been looking out the passenger window quietly when Sam's voice startled him out of his thoughts. He looked over at his brother in confusion for a second.] Huh? Oh... no. Not really.

[He shrugged. The way he saw it, this weekend was going to end one of two ways. Either Sam would want to continue with this... whatever they were doing, in which case he wouldn't need that number. Or, Sam would call it off. In which case Dean wasn't planning to stick around for a consolation lay with a random waitress.]