"Yeah. No problem. I'm here to get that sick son of a bitch, Dinah. Long as I don't have to fuck with demons or angels, I'm okay." Dean wasn't happy about the magic, but he didn't like having to deal with certain attitudes. He would though if it meant no more dealing with that vampire walking around.
His hand lifted to touch her shoulder, then slid down to take her hand. His fingers squeezed hers. "I would rather have some of my people in on this, only I don't think want him to know about them. Actually I don't think anyone else should get involved in this beyond those who have. The more he knows, the more he can stalk."
He wasn't going to stop them, as much as he wanted. He let her hand go and stepped away; the now empty hand lifted to rub at the back of his head to rub. The hunter knew that she wouldn't like his saying that.
"I don't know what you want to do here, but we're going to need more than some magic hat tricks and silver." He sighed again. "I know she's not just hat tricks, Dinah, but what exactly are we talking about here?"