"He doesn't have control over her, wonder drug." Dean shook his head. "It doesn't work that way." His hand lifted. "Yes, I do know for a fact it doesn't, and you can all guess how. So, she's really not a liability that way. If anything, we know he wants her, good bait there.
"And, we don't know if your blood is LSD to this asshat. Know why? Because he's not a normal vampire. Not my kinda normal, and I'm betting not your kinda normal. Fuck, there's no such thing as normal here, and we all know it. Maybe he wants to get himself a little magical delight, or maybe he'll just smell all of us on you and kill you, after he's broken every bone in your penthouse forum body. He's faster than you, stronger than you, and he doesn't fuckin' burn in sunlight." Dean didn't seem bothered by the arm cross or the chin lift.
"Or we try to avoid the whole bait thing in general. Because if she isn't a good one," the hunter's head tilted to Dinah. "He really wouldn't mind taking a bite out of me. Yeah, who wouldn't, right?" He knew he wasn't people's favorite; he hadn't come here to make friends.
"Ambush, use someone who's important to him, track him." Dean was usually the first one to go for the job of bait, but there were too many factors to have that go well.