He was starting to have more and more faith in her family, and more and more respect. They'd taught her right. That was more important than it was in other lines or work, or, hell, in even other kinds of parenting.
Dean shook his head, that slight smile still in place. He still had 3/4 of his beer left, and they'd been pretty good about making sure he was okay for refills.
He saw the tattoo, and half wished Sammy was here to see that. He'd get a big chuckle out of it. It was a lot like theirs... which made his brow furrow for a minute. It couldn't be rocket science to get that thing, though. Certainly not if you were from the damn future.
Still, tramp stamp. He chuckled. Anti-posession jerk magnet. Dean used to refer to tattoos like that as targets.
"So what's new with you?" he asked, when she sat back down.