"Cut it up and burn it is pretty standard fare for just about anything, yeah." Dean is staring at that gun, because hi, chicks with guns are kind of his favorite things. Stop staring, Dean. When she's finished holstering it, Dean sits back, linking his hands behind his head and resting it against them. The tablet's resting up against his legs, so that he can still chat comfortably.

"Yeah, yeah, save the lecture. It was just a warning," Dean shrugs. His real reasoning is actually kind of destructive. "And I got good reasons for jumping to conclusions. Vamps only behave for so long before they flip out and bite the nearest innocent bystander."