Every time she gave off a maniacal laughter, Dean could not help but to bring up a brow at her like she was some sort of wacko in need of Ritalin or whatever it was that calmed down crazy kids. When she finished with her sentence that he had easily translated as: We are doing things my way; Dean just threw her a forced smile and nodded his head. He had reached the point where he decided that actual work would keep him from killing her in this time and place.
So you’re the hunter here, love. In this situation, what would you be doing next?
All he did was held out his hand that signified that he wanted the bottle back to summon the harem girl. In his mind, however, Dean kept repeating to himself that the ‘I wish…’ words needed to be voided from his vocabulary from the time being. “Summon her ass and find out her story.” Dean could not help but crinkle his brows just then, wondering if the genie would even tell him anything without needing the two words. He so hoped that was not the case, because, he would hate to find out what happened when all three wishes were used up.