Dean's brow lifted at the mentioning of turning him into anything. This chick was really buying into her harem gear, but then they did blip, blink into existence. Today was not his day, and he really did need to find out about this other Dean because he was getting tired of people expecting him to act like something obviously very different. It was almost enough to give a guy a complex.
"You haven't been writing long have you? The truth, the truth isn't always as black and white as people like to think. Hell, I'd love it if it were. But, there's a reason people think vampires are romantic and werewolves are puppies...it's because they Colbert handle the truth that vampires would rather ucj you dry and werewolves would rather eat your heart. Soulmates and warm fuzzier are just fluff and that's all people want. Even the die hard conspiracy types." He wouldn't mind a few lies himself if it wold make him feel better. Probably explained why he did drink so much.
"Sorry to disappoint," he turned to the Barbara Eden look-alike. "Sometimes people can be real assholes. Turning them into weasels, ferrets, or toads not going to do much to that fact." He didn't like being mean; magic aside, she seemed sweet enough to be someone he wouldn't have to hunt later. Damn it, he hoped he didn't; who'd want to gank Mrs. Johnson, Haper Valley P.TA. rebel herself?
He sighed softly, shaking his head. Some days it didn't pay to get out of bed. "You two ladies have a good day." he nodded, hoping they'd let him walk away with everything just where it should be, without fur.