Mary arched a brow at him. "Do you really want to ask that question in Madison Valley?"
She knew he was obviously stronger than he looked, but Mary didn't want him hurt. Just like she didn't want Dean hurt either. Somehow, she felt that no matter what she did, these two were on a collision course no matter what. She didn't know if Dean would ever trust Alec or look at Alec as anything, but the more immature version of himself. It bothered her because she knew Alec was more than that and contrary to popular belief, he wasn't that immature.
However, for the moment, Mary forced the thought from her head and slipped her arm through his. "Sounds like a plan. Let's grab a table as far away from those bozos as we can get."