Dean groaned. He really wanted to just shoot this thing. Fill it full of lead then smack that smile right off the mystic's face. He knew he had anger issues, and that was usually why he drank. It was easier and cheaper than seeking help of any kind.
"Flattered, but not exactly looking to make a connection, cupcake." He pulled a coin out of his pocket and gave it a flip. It wasn't thrown at the changeling, just flipped over to her. "So, you're just grabbing people off the street to up the population?" He pulled out another coin. So far she'd gotten a penny, a nickle, and now she got a dime, as it went flying over to the creature.