Dean was just checking. He didn't like Phaedra, but she'd helped Jo out. So he didn't really dislike her, either. He just didn't trust her not to freak out and become a monster.
I have a bit of a..problem with vampires.
Dean bit back a chuckle. He fucking hated, HATED vampires. At least, he had until coming here. The ones he was used to hunting, those things were vicious bastards and they all needed to be put down.
He saw it again, when she said it. Molly crouched down, in a ball, blood everywhere, looking lost. That pyramid. The girl on the altar.
He shut his eyes and shook his head to clear it. There was no way this wasn't noticeable. There was no way to ask, not right now, at least, what she'd done and what Harry had, from that whole scene. He'd ask Harry.
For a second, Dean wished he could look her in the eye. He didn't want to risk it, though. He could not put his life into this girl's head. Not the director's cut. She would not handle it well. He saw what it did to Harry. He could not send this girl to Hell and back because he wanted to say something nice.
Dean nodded.
"I have a little problem with Hell Hounds," Dean said. It was unlikely they'd see them in any kind of quantity like the vampires they'd been seeing, but still. He said it softly, trying to show Molly that he understood. "Shut down around 'em. Completely."