Dean didn't exactly jerk away from the hand reaching out toward his face. He just stood there for a moment, listening. Dean was actually a good liar, and he nearly laughed at the idea he was there because Eric might come. Almost because Eric might come.
"I don't think he'd kill me out right. If that makes you feel any better. He'd toy with me, make me hurt, do shit that only sadistic assholes and demons would enjoy." He shook his head; his hand lifted to touch her shoulder. "I think I'd like to be there. Wouldn't mind helping out in ganking that son of a bitch."
He looked back in the direction he thought Alfred had headed. He was about to have dinner fixed by Alfred Pennyworth, sit on Batman's couch, and watch Batman's tv. She had no idea what that meant, none what so ever. He smiled slightly.
"I think I could stick around for a little while." He smiled at her. "Lead the way."