He'll take any sort of amusement from her. Sometimes, in their lives, it's all they have. They are alike in that way and, in all honesty, Dean isn't sure he could truly be friends with someone who wasn't like that. Yeah, it probably means more head butting, but it also means they have an understanding. Dean wants everyone to be able to live a damn idyllic life, but he knows that means other people (like him and Sam and Kara) can't.

Dean chuckles a little. "The cost of feeding him alone," he grins, though it's Dean that constantly eats rather than Sam. "You'll just have to visit more often. He'll tell you doesn't like his belly scratched but..." And he gets tickled at the idea of trying to scratch Sam's belly and chuckles for just a moment.

See, that's something that Dean doesn't have an answer for. "Sweetheart...you're asking the wrong person when it comes to dating advice." He's even less qualified to tell her anything about domestic life, he thinks. "I can tell you how to get laid, but if you actually want to date..."

Her change in demeanor throws him off a little, warns him and his eyes narrow a little. "You want....I mean...you're gorgeous, but...we're friends. You sure you want...I guess we could just grab another hotel room." He's not completely understanding what she's saying.