"You've been drinking the koolaide?" Dean ignored the women beside him. "Don't tell me you've gone all fangbang happy yourself. You do know that their viking god asshat did some crazy shit to people right? The so called truce making asshole?"
The hunter finally looked at the women beside him. "What the hell? I'm not a bloodsucker and neither is he!" He motioned to the bartender he thought was his friend. The women looked at Dean as if he had gone a little off in the head as he said this.
"What? Go get bit or something." Dean really didn't want them to find a vampire, but if they wanted to be stupid enough, he didn't see why they deserved to remain on the living side of things. He looked back at Logan, sighing.