Dean, actually, hadn't really heard himself laugh like that in a good long while. It felt nice. Like it was a long time coming -- if Liv had asked Sam, she would have found out it'd been a long time since he'd actually laughed when it wasn't something fake to get his brother off his back. Or being sarcastic. Or anything really.
Dean rolled his eyes a little. "My brother's hair game is better than his." He smirked a little, smiling up "innocently" at her. "You only think he's hot because of main stream media. I would've thought a hipster dude was more your style."
Dean's expression turned thoughtful for a moment as he mulled over in his head 'Warm Bodies' before giving a shrug. "Well...my life is sort of like the Evil Dead. Without the chainsaw for a hand. Though...I've been considering it." He lifted his arm, the one where the Mark was glaring back at him almost. A constant remainder.