“Well, fucking sorry. I don’t do research.” Well, on the contrary, Dean has done his fair share of researching, but that was before Sammy ever got back into the family business of hunting things that went bump in the night. Dean knew it was his own fault for slacking in that department, but knew that if Sammy did the work, everything went ten times faster, because, he had the internet know how and knew where to look. As he had said to Sam before, he was a walking library. Or was it dictionary? Either way, that boy was loaded on information.
There a reason that particular statement made you think of me?
Dean was about to comment on his true thoughts about her that his second head did anyway but kept his mouth shut and mocked her condescending smile.
When Bela returned to insisting that he wished them out of their current situation, Dean just pushed his back way as well and leaned back in his seat. “You trust me to make another wish that the genie won’t take seriously?” This was Dean after all. As he tapped the tip of his fingers against the table top, and gave some thought. “Let’s find out who she is first. Story, and shit then we’ll do it your way.” Who knew? There could always be that chance that that genie was just some innocent girl that got stuck in that suck ass situation; and if there was one thing Dean learned, there was always the bigger picture to things.
Maybe there was a way to remove the magic from the lamp, and still make it worth something to Bela? Even though he did not like her, Bela still managed to pay him and his brother a nice amount for saving her sorry ass.