That self-assured bravado only served to reinforce the idea of Dean as some overeager pup, even as he insisted on remaining on his feet as he swayed. A mote of silver glittered in her eyes at his words, as if the demonic Hunger would like nothing more than to take up that challenge.

But there would be time for that. For now there were more useful things to set the pup on. "As tempting as that is, I think you'd rather be awake tomorrow to tour the set."