Dean pulled his neck back and widened his eyes in mock-horror, or possibly actual horror, at her voice. "Yeah. Maybe don't do that voice again. Ever," he teased.
A dragon to slay.
"If a dragon shows up, I'm blamin' you. That's all we need. There are already elves walking around. It's probably not impossible."
He did look a little ridiculous, but it was hard, Dean thought, for men of that time period not to. Your fly was lace-up, for fuck sake. Still, his eyes glittered at the compliment.
"I saw Sam...now I don't see him anymore. Anybody else we know? I think some people are missing."