Dean leaned back as Fred leaned forward to sniff him. Okay, yes, there had been times when both him and Sam had to ... um ... for-go showers for long periods of time. But he did take a shower ... well recently and he didn't think he smelled. He looked down at himself then back to her. Waiting for that face Sam usually gave him when he smelled the whiskey on him. He never did explain why he drank more. Sam wasn't asking either. Dean's policy, don't ask, don't tell.
"Sam? You mean big tall goofy guy with mop top hair? Talks in big words sometimes?" He looked at her and yes, the odds were great but also small. "Sweetheart, you just ain't whistlin' dixie here. Yeah, if you are talking about him, I'm his older, more good-looking brother." And here he would expect her to say I wouldn't say that. cause that was what he got usually. Or the look. That one that said he was being an ass. So Dean was putting his money on the last one.
He glanced to the other girl and nodded, "Yeah, you know a buzz killer? Deflater? Joy kill? Lack of fun? You getting those?" He looked down at the wolf, "He probably does."