Dean follows her to the house, stepping over the sleeping dog who just didn't care less that he was that close. He tilts his head as he watches the dog roll over with a groan and goes back to sleep. Something that big and vicious looking shouldn't seem like the type of dog you can cuddle with. He gets inside and looks around a minute as she walks into the kitchen.
His eyes scan the pictures on the walls and the way the house was set up. She get's his attention and Dean looks toward the kitchen.
"Uh...no thanks. I'm good."
He had his limit at the bar and he had to drive home still back to the hotel Sam and him were staying at. "You've got a nice place here. You stay her alone?"