"Slayer," Dean repeated, looking impressed. "I like that. Much more sleek n' sexy than hunter. It suits you."
He raised his eyebrows at her arsenal, before taking a sip of his drink. "You're not kidding about being hardcore, are you?" He asked, squinting against the sun to smile at her.
"When wasn't I hunting?" Dean asked, shrugging. "I was loading guns for my dad by the time I was twelve. Didn't get my first kill until I was sixteen though. Managed to rack them up since then, though." He set his drink down and leaned towards her a little more. "What about you, slayer?"