Dean was smirking at the woman's almost innocent nature. He liked it and it was refreshing in a way. And her name seemed suiting. Jeannie. And for Dean, the connection wasn't there just yet to her name and what she was. All he saw was a sexy outfit, cute smile and a sparkle in her eyes.
He nodded to her questions, "Yeah, I think you should, here," He looked away to reached behind to grab a knife when there was a sort of flash and his eyes went wide as a sword appeared. A rather wicked looking sword.
Dean stumbled back, "What the ..." He looked at her then at the blade. "Larger?" He surged forward and grabbed it from her, "How the hell you do that? What are you?"