"Great! And good thing you eat like a bird or else this might be an actual work out," Dean grinned full tilt now despite the fact that crazy nerves were still tingling up his spine from the both of them being out in the open like this, stray bullets firmly packing themselves into the brick surrounding them, ignoring the sharp bite of the tight fibers of Parker's rigging as he began to steadily pull her up, "Yeah, Elliot would be pretty handy right now. You know how antsy I get when I don't have a gun in my hand. And what the hell were you doing all the way up here anyway? Playing batgirl again with your special grappling hooks? Cause if so you need more black shiny latex on and a cape. A really bitchin' cape."
It was funny how much he talked around the ex-thief considering how quiet he was in every other situation, but when he'd met Parker it was gaining cute, mischievous little sister that Dean hadn't even realized that he'd wanted. If anything she pulled out the long since neglected kid in him, all that bright enthusiasm he normally didn't have a place for and he deeply appreciated that and her. Which is why he didn't want to see her hurt or dead anytime soon. Parker was practically family now, a Winchester even if Dean may not have come right out and said it. So he'd take care of her the best he could.