"I don't know about pregnant, but barefoot good." The hunter laughed softly, giving her an extra squeeze. "And, think we could survive on take-out." Some women, or people, shouldn't be allowed near ovens or stove tops.
"Maybe I do. Maybe they flock to me like moths to the dangerous flame." He laughed again, but he sobered quickly thinking of what they might have to deal with tonight. He looked to the trio before glancing at the castle beyond. Some small part of him was curious to know what was inside, but he'd have rather investigated in some other way. Probably all the while cracking jokes about Dracula and Vlad the Impaler. What a bunch of horse shit.
"What couldn't he do? We're here. We'll help if it's needed." Dean smiled at the woman beside him, giving her a wink. "We're the good guys, remember?"