In response to his stance on the car and how adorable he is, Kara laughs a little weakly and rolls her eyes, smiling over at him in a way that shows she is genuinely amused even though she is not genuinely happy. She nods a little when he goes on to answer her question because that sounds about the way she thought he'd respond to her. They're alike in that way. It's why she hates that Jimmy's doing the whole Guardian thing and the reason she's antsy about Mon-El trying on the heroic role in place of the princely one. Kara thinks the only person who can do it right is Kara. Dean and Sam aren't too different in that respect. Given that, it's kind of a miracle that they all get along, really, since they met while he was on a hunt and she was trying to save National City from the very same threat.
"Yeah...but again," she points out with a playfulness that's still a little flatter than she'd like because she's in a more sullen mood than she's usually in when she makes witty cracks back to him, "he's gigantic and it's not the same. You know what kind of deposit I'd have to pay for a puppy that big? I might as well just pay double my rent right now," she adds with a little lopsided smirk.
Dean sobers, though, when he says that she should have kids. A huff where a laugh would've been if she was feeling more cheerful escapes her at the nickname for Mon-El and the fact that he shouldn't reproduce. "...who'm I going to have kids with? See, this is right where we started, Dean, I thought I was on a path to something and now I have to start all over. Even if I met someone like tonight, we'd have to date for a while and then be engaged and then get married, like...by the time I get through all that, what if I'm too old and I can't? I don't know how long Kryptonians remain fertile. My mom died before I got to the point in my life when that was a question worth asking and somehow asking a hologram of her feels messed up," she sighs. "I'd have to do it by myself and that's fine and everything, like I wouldn't mind that, but it takes two."
Suddenly, she stops and sits up a little more, looking over at him. "You," she says. "You could help me! You're strong and brave and handsome. You've got good genes," she points out, her face brightening suddenly. "And we're already friends, it's kind of perfect! I wouldn't have to go through the whole parade of red tape to go through a sperm bank or an adoption agency..."
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"Yeah...but again," she points out with a playfulness that's still a little flatter than she'd like because she's in a more sullen mood than she's usually in when she makes witty cracks back to him, "he's gigantic and it's not the same. You know what kind of deposit I'd have to pay for a puppy that big? I might as well just pay double my rent right now," she adds with a little lopsided smirk.
Dean sobers, though, when he says that she should have kids. A huff where a laugh would've been if she was feeling more cheerful escapes her at the nickname for Mon-El and the fact that he shouldn't reproduce. "...who'm I going to have kids with? See, this is right where we started, Dean, I thought I was on a path to something and now I have to start all over. Even if I met someone like tonight, we'd have to date for a while and then be engaged and then get married, like...by the time I get through all that, what if I'm too old and I can't? I don't know how long Kryptonians remain fertile. My mom died before I got to the point in my life when that was a question worth asking and somehow asking a hologram of her feels messed up," she sighs. "I'd have to do it by myself and that's fine and everything, like I wouldn't mind that, but it takes two."
Suddenly, she stops and sits up a little more, looking over at him. "You," she says. "You could help me! You're strong and brave and handsome. You've got good genes," she points out, her face brightening suddenly. "And we're already friends, it's kind of perfect! I wouldn't have to go through the whole parade of red tape to go through a sperm bank or an adoption agency..."