Dean moved up behind Aeon. The show of trust didn't go unnoticed. She was so much like him in many ways it was almost scary. But it was also comforting especially since he was the only one here. No friends. No Bobby. And most importantly ... no Sam. He missed his brother. And the feeling of being alone. Lost. Was at least dampen by the friendship/relationship he developed with Aeon.
His hand curled around the handle of the old Colt, pulling it out slowly as he looked over Aeon's shoulder to the other woman. She was a small little thing but cute as all get out. What was with this place/City and it's killer, literally, hot women. Not that he was complaining.
"Dean," he answered, as he looked over the demon killing gun and clicked the revolver open to check how many bullets were left in it. He was gonna have to reload it. Make some more bullets.
He leaned to look at Aeon over her shoulder, "Don't tell me you were trying to buy some bullets for my baby here." He looked over to Anita, "She was, wasn't she."