Dean smiled back. "I will definitely do that. For now, all I ask is keep some pants on once you get a pair. I have a fifteen year old daughter that would trip over her own bottom lip and hurt herself if she saw you without any." He was man enough to admit that Mac was probably the kind of boy MaryEllen would drool over. He had to keep an eye out, after all, didn't he?
"Hey Jarvis!" His smile turned into a grin, he had always wanted to say that. "Do me a favor, let this man in at the penthouse, and let Applejack know he's coming. And handle with care, would ya? He's precious cargo to her, I'm sure." He made the request.
The elevator doors slid open. "Of course Mister Winchester." The AI announced in a droll tone.