Dean really hated the fact that he was starting to have respect for a vampire. Actual deep-rooted respect. She didn't have to help. That wasn't what she was. Even if he didn't know a lot about her specific 'kind' of vampire, she was a predator, pure and simple.
Just when Dean thought he had shit figured out, York went and flipped it. Phaedra. Teen Wolf Julian.
He smiled slightly, though. "Yeah, uh, last I was over there, Harry mentioned he went in the Tunnel of Love with her at the fair," he said. "They came out all smitten and retarded. Should be back to normal now. Well, normal for here. And them."
He let that silence sit a minute.
"When I met her she wiped the front lawn and some of the porch with me," Dean said. "I'm glad they got you. Harry's a good guy."
He considered how much to lay on Sam right now.
"Do you just wanna jump into this? Because the end is pretty fucking nigh in this place."