"You don't think she's back on the shit, do you?" Dean wasn't reading her mind, but it was something they'd probably both wonder. He'd had to deal with his brother and a certain addiction that had supposedly started with a good intention. Maybe Fred's did, too. He didn't believe the not-so-bright brainy type had gone in looking for a good time. He held Dinah closer and sighed softly.
"This was a bad idea. Hell, what they're doing is a bad idea. Why haven't we just burnt this fucker to the ground?" He knew why. Neither Dinah nor Dean could take the vampire on alone, and they hadn't exactly gone looking for him. Dean would never say he was afraid, not of some Dolph Lundgren wannabe, and he wasn't...not exactly. He was more than uncomfortable with what the vampire could do, more specifically the blood. What it had done to him in the past.
"There's got to be some way to get to him." The hunter wasn't worried about any of the vampire's spies listening in, if the bastard had any. He was rather certain the asshat knew Dean wanted him dead. "Think his 'wife' wanted to marry him?" Maybe that was a way. The wife. The Winchester brothers had used a spouse, loved one, whatever before.