Jimmy glances around at the inside of the Impala. Castiel knew this car almost as well as Dean does; so the car gives Jimmy a persistent case of deja vu. He knows where the lump is, in the back right seat that makes it difficult to sleep on. The stain on the back right carpet that had a little motor oil spilled on it to hide blood. Dean loves this car, and by association, Castiel loved it too.

So Jimmy knows this car better than he knows his own house.

"I have-haven't seen him.... in.. in a week. He... he left.." Dumped, Jimmy. Let's be honest. Dumped you in a ditch and then who knows what. Went chasing a better Vessel? A more stable one? "... left me... in Georgia. Now I'm... Where am I?" He looks back out the window for any sort of road sign in case he missed one in all his walking, before turning back to look at Dean.