"I kill things...people. Doesn't that make me one, too?" Smiling a little, Dean gave a half shrug, since he was currently on the other shoulder. No point in moving just for that. It wasn't the best topic, or the easiest to make light of, but he was pretty sure she wasn't going to start poking and checking his temperature like other people might.
"I think I'll stick to my button ups and carhartt." He squinted a little, leaning in closer before looking down, even if the sheet covered her well enough. "I think you'd be cuter in a pillow vest."
He reached, under the covers for her arm before he rolled himself back onto his back, tugging her along with him against his chest. "It happens. It'll happen again, no matter what. I've died more times than I can count. You just...gotta learn to take something from it. Work so it at least doesn't happen like that again."