"Never thought I'd be good at rebuilding." Dean smirked slightly; he was a killer, an ender, a death dealer. He destroyed, yet with Dinah, he seemed to be something else. It was a little strange, and he wasn't going to think too hard about it.
"Silver." Dean took a few steps behind her, his hand resting lightly at her back. "It's a good thing to have a round. Silver and iron. They can do damage depending on what you're fighting." His hand slid up to squeeze her shoulder; it was then that he realized where she was looking, or more wasn't.
"Shit." His hand pulled away. "That's got to be convenient." He even smirked slightly, which faded quickly when he heard her. "What?"
It was the most forceful he'd been with her ever, but he grabbed her shoulders and turned her around to face him. His hand on her chin to lift her head so that he could look in her eyes.