Dean looked a little shocked for a moment when Dinah didn't seem to catch what he was going for. Was he losing his touch, or was she not that interested at the moment? His lips pursed, and he glanced at the sandwich. Then the sandwich that she was currently helping herself to. His brows pulled together, and he lowered himself back on the couch.
"Who knows. I ate something when I was canvasing the area Fred's place used to be before the City moved." He stretched a little as he relaxed on the couch again. He considered going back to sleep; it wasn't that he didn't want to eat, but that wasn't what he was in the mood for. His hand on her thigh might have told her what he was interested in.
"He's okay. Seems willing to help out. He's working one side of this, and me another." Dean sat up again, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "We should call him. He might want to know Fred's okay."