Dean looked amused, but refrained from pointing out that sometimes, it was Daphne saying things that were less than useful, such as the time she'd railed against kissing mudbloods, right after having made out with him.
"We're good for a little more than cannon fodder, sometimes," Dean answered, not taking offense, though he gave her a theatric wince anyway.
He stopped when she told him to, licking his lips, a little stab of hurt showing in his expression, for a moment, though he tried to hide it.
He stepped back too, reaching up to rub at his neck. "Yeah. . . we can do that. . . probably doesn't make much sense for us to though." Since it wasn't like they could hide forever. Hiding it would just get more frustrating as they went along.