"You're a demon hunter?" Dean asked, looking over her again with a wider smile. "Well, they definitely don't look like you at home."
He leaned a little closer as well. "Well, I don't want to brag or anything, but I've seen my share of the action." He'd probably seen more than his fair share over the last year. "I'll do whatever it takes. Guns, knives, devil traps, you name it." He winked at her. "What's your method of choice?"