And this was why he'd idolized Tony Stark in the comic books. Being rich hadn't been a bad reason either. "Yeah, I don't doubt that you are. The notches on your belt are something to strive for."
Dean's brow drew together. "Radiation poisoning from that I could understand, it's built into your chest. But if it's in the car? I'd have to worry about shooting blanks? Growing a third head?"
He was almost as proud of his collection as he was his car, with a nod toward the back of the car he followed along the side to the trunk. Popping it, he propped open his 'hunter's kit'. "You couldn't fit these in any saddle bags."
Tony's blush caused Dean's brows to shoot up. That wasn't something he thought was possible. "Really. Someone here? Or Miss Potts back home?" Or was she here? He was pretty sure he hadn't seen his saucy secretary.