The woman didn't look at the undead thing; she didn't even seem to notice him, not at first. She just leaned a little more, causing Dean to crouch down a little more.
"Oh, I think he'll hear more than that. I don't think he'll need ice, not for long. I'm going to take care of his little problem." Her words were slow and deliberate. Dean was about to comment on the 'little,' but the way she moved got nothing more than a 'eep.' His face was turning red, and tears came to his eyes.
Finally it seemed she'd leaned as far as she was going to, her lips could now easily reach Dean's ear and cheek.
"You have hurt many women in your time, and you do not respect them. You are less than the scum beneath my shoe. It is time you learn a lesson, one only I, Hera, wife..." Here Dean did manage to hiss 'and sister.' "Yes, and sister. A lesson only I can teach you." With that she pressed a kiss to his cheek and let go, laughing.
"You, undead one, you will certainly have learning to do of your own." She laughed, a dark sinister laugh. "Enjoy your night, boys." And with that she walked away, disappearing into the crowd.