"Stay in. Order in and stay in." Dean didn't expect her to stay in all night. It rarely happened; he understood too. There were nights he didnt' come home, or he was home long enough to kiss her on the cheek and sleep back out to finish a job. There were always ghosts.
The hunter wasn't going to hold on to the what-if conversation. He didn't want to think about what would happen if the City went tits up. He didn't want to think about going back without her or Sam who seemed on the mend. While he wanted to be on the move, he didn't want to give up the strange life he'd made here. Though, he wouldn't mind a little more action now and then. Ghosts got boring after all.