"I don't know if this is something covered by the truce, babe." Dean brushed some hair from her eyes, tucking it behind her ear. It didn't need to be done; he just wanted to play with her hair a little. He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before letting her go.
"I can't kill the sorry sun of a bitch, and I can't save him. He says he's not drinking human, but it's only a matter of time." Yes, Dean was down, but he wasn't so down that he was lost. She was there. Dinah wouldn't let him lose his way; she'd smack him or more if he did so.
"You got dinner." It really wasn't that odd; he was noticing out of appreciation. Stepping away, he headed to the sink for a small wash up, at least of his hands. "Thanks, Legs."