Part of Dean was waiting for her eyes to flash black. Or red.
Or yellow.
But it kept not happening. She couldn't be a vampire in direct sunlight. She could be an angel, and man, would that be ironic.
"That name's kind of a mouthful," he said, chuckling. He looked at her hand on his shirt, and decided he liked her hand being on his shirt.
"And you're right, we haven't. I'd file a name like yours and a face like yours..." his eyebrows rose appreciatively... "... and a body like yours away somewhere important."