Dean held a finger up at Elena, "Don't do that, I like my childhood illusions." there was a beat and he added, "And seriously, you're like...mini, female Sam. It's weird. Stop it." He shook his head and took a sip of his beer. She tripped him out sometimes. She had a point about it all coming from somewhere, though. "Well, that's true." he nodded.
"Rumple- are you ser- No, of course you're serious. Tonight is All Fairytales Are Real night." It was just one thing after another in this town. He let out a light chuckle, severely lacking in any level of humor, at the comment about a price. "Magic, deals, whatever you're doing, there's definitely always a price. And rule number one...never fully trust the douche trying to sell you a deal. They'll squirm their way out of it every freakin' time."
He tilted his head slightly, musing about it for a moment, shaking his head once, "Always comes down to a girl, doesn't it?"