Alas, if Dean were a vampire, she would be able to sense it with her funky-supernatural-slayer-fu, but as far as demons go she's oblivious, so she continues to lead the way, glancing over her shoulder at him, at intervals.

"Bacon's also good. I think we have bacon." She chuckles a little at his observations on coffee-- credit to the demon, he's not doing a terrible job. "What's to get? It tastes better when you put a ton of sugar in it, which is the case with most things-- and Sam never seemed that girly to me. He's all tall and... manly."