Molly shrugged. "Someone has to do it. Right? And I'm already crazy, been trained by Harry to be responsible and help so I figured I should pick up where he left off." She wasn't going to get into the whole thing about the Leannansidhe. That was a whole other conversation Molly wasn't sure she could adequately participate in.
"So is Dean always wound so tight? I apologized to him for getting in his face but I don't think he likes me much." Molly was used to that anymore. Even her friends back in Chicago were scared of her. It hurt, and she missed them but it had been necessary.