Dean hadn't seemed to mind the hand in his, and he returned the squeeze before she pulled away. He filed away the name of the vampire's club, a name he really wished didn't exist - it had to be the lamest thing he'd heard. He took a few steps over to see what the computer geek pulled up, his own hands in his pockets for now.
"I've seen the wooden stake work, but I know some vampires who just laugh it off." Dean had been at the hands of said vampires. "Slash and burn works better in most cases. Remove the head then burn the remains. Silver did damage, but I don't know if it'll kill the son of a bitch. Can't even be sure about the silver; knife seemed to hurt, and so did a few other things. All silver."
With the mystic's announcement, Dean glanced back at her, brow raised. Then he rolled his eyes; she really was so very willing to throw herself into the thick of it.
"Are you working on the idea that you're pretty and new? Going to walk in there, say 'howdy, Mr. Big Nasty Vampire, wanna suck?' Expose your neck in a come and bite me kind of way?" The hunter shook his head. "Unless you got something to do with fairies. The guy's got a real hard on for them." Dean hated them, which might have added to the utter disdain he felt for Eric.