"Girls like that don't have good times. Not like this former kettle." Dean smirked at her; he got it. He squeezed her again, pulling her closer. He sighed softly as he watched the trio in their party gear.
"The guy brought flowers? He's...yeah, no." He shook his head before looking down at his main squeeze, his only squeeze. "Jo's been forced into business with that dick. She's too stubborn to just burn her place down or walk away." He sighed.
"Life would be hell of a lot easier if you women would just stay at home, keeping it clean and our pipes and slippers ready." He knew he'd get hit for that one; he'd deserve it. "I worry about them..." He meant both women heading into the lion's den, or in this case, a vampire's castle. The way he said it, it sounded more like a brother or good friend than anything. He wasn't singling one woman out from the other when it came to the bar hellion and the lab rat.