"Aw, that's cute," Dean says in a sing-song tone. He's finally found a knife, which is nice, as well as a lighter. The knife, really, is all he needs. The lighter gets placed aside for later.

"I am Dean," He continues, advancing on Dawn with the knife in his hand, examining the edge with a very interested expression. "But like I said. Only half right. Hell ain't an easy place to live in, sweetheart."