Dean fought the rather big urge to roll his eyes. She was the eldest of seven? Mazel tov. That didn't change that his instinct was to protect the shit out of everything and everyone.
For now, he'd just let it be. Someone wanted to go to the Gates alone, and Dean wasn't thrilled by that. But there wasn't much he could do about it right this second. He wasn't prepared to go out there. He wasn't about to do the running in totally unprepared thing again. Not when last time it cost him Jo's life and Ellen's life, and probably as an offshoot made him hallucinate, too. He'd never be sure how much of that was the wraith and how much was him, not dealing with the loss.
So, no. Not going after this mysterious person Molly was talking about.
"Okay."
Dean didn't have a lot more to say. He'd been about to head out when Molly showed up, to grab a few things. Beer, sandwich, ammunition if he could find it for one of the less-used guns in the trunk. Staples.
"I'll head out there in a few days. See what I can find. If you wanna go, you know where to find me."