Logan held up his hands in a gesture of surrender.
"Hey, I said your type. She's cute and all, but I've got my own mouthy blonde. Trust me, one's enough for me. I'm not making eyes at your girl."
There was a fond smile at the thought of Veronica. She was a handful in some ways, but he wouldn't have her any other way.
Logan was only jumping to assumptions based on the kneejerk reaction and Dean's presence in the bar. Then again, he could be here with intentions to cause trouble. Logan found that the very same things that he'd thought were cool and badass while learning to hunt with Dean were things that he was silently assessing as potential threats now that he was on the other side of things.