"I'll try t'get back next week and bring you somethin' else," he settles down on the deck and leans back on his hands. "If you're good," he feels the need to say it. She doesn't seem like a threat but anything that openly fesses up to eating men needs to be monitored. Old habits die hard.

"Sounds like the assholes that nabbed you had a few screws loose," Dean sighs and looks up at the horizon. "I know this place ain't exactly paradise but it has to be better than there. You sound like you didn't belong with your, uh, sisters, and with that whole tear thing being a reality..."