Dean knew he couldn't stay long, Sam was back at the motel and would be wondering what happened to him soon. Too bad the kid didn't come out with him because he could use a few drinks to relax with all the research he does, he never seems to take a day away from it. He looked around the bar, eyeing the pool table for all it was worth, before he left he needed to make a quick buck, while the supplies were still in full throttle, it never hurt to make some extra cash. He shook Faith's hand, it wasn't soft but it was female, he figured she must work a lot for her hand to be like that. A working woman was usually less trouble than one who didn't, he liked it.
"Well, you can thank my mother for that. I'm named after my grandmother, Deanna," he answered with a slight smirk. He never knew his grandmother, but he heard she had been a tough woman with an inclination toward cooking hearty meals and keeping her house a tight ship. He would have liked to know her if circumstances had been different but unfortunately things never worked out like that. Maybe in another life.
"Snowflake?," he asked, chuckling. "I'm far from a snowflake, sweetheart. More like a bullet, right between the teeth."