The Universe's Mixer

Dean wasn't sure how to take this woman. Actually he could think of many ways to take the woman, but he had a feeling Dinah would probably be very upset. It wasn't that he did everything Dinah liked; he did occasionally still see Agent Goodbody and the Holy Knight. Not as much as he used to, well, lately not at all, but he didn't think taking the hot(head) mystic back to the apartment was a good idea. Plus, he still had a reporter out for him, maybe. Unless she had a back up to her notes...

The hunter wasn't much for dancing, even if it was slow, which wasn't dancing so much as swaying to something like a rhythm. Instead he suggested walking the injured mystic home, or giving her a ride. He was being rather well behaved for the moment. He stood on the sidewalk and looked across the street to where his baby was actually waiting for him. He glanced at the woman who really knew how to wear a dress, and a bandage.

"So, ride or walk?" He motioned to his car. It really was a pretty bit of metal and rubber, with some leather and whatnot thrown in.