He would help her bate back the 'temptation' to watch her show. She saw what it did to him. To know what happened. What would happen. Maybe they just didn't want to know because of how horrible things could turn out for them and he knew they were better off not knowing at all.
"Hey..." Dean leaned up to press a reassuring kiss on her lips before laying back down with an easy-going smile. "If he ever shows up, I'll just rip his head off. Boom Bam, problem solved." The way he said it...could have been perceived as a little...psycho. But he just wanted to move past it. "You know...have you ever watched that one zombie movie where the it's super campy and the zombies say 'brains'? I think it was set where there was a rave..."