"They get at least nine feet deep, and they can fit forty or fifty people in at a time. Don't know about them bein' like a tub, but I guess t'you they'd be damn near the same thing. Why couldn't you just stay out here durin' the storm?" He has to ask. Was the weather bad enough that she had to be moved and why couldn't she just wait it out under water? He's learning as he goes. Who better to learn about mermaids than from one.

"Yeah, but the way you said it your sisters aren't like you. Men are five course meals."

Dean rotates his neck on his shoulders, there's a pop. It's clear he's carrying a lot of tension lately but it isn't because of things like her. It has more to do with his family.

"Bourbon," he answers her straight. "Goes down rough but when it hits it's like bein' on cloud nine."