Dean’s smirk turned into an intrigued pout as he nodded his head, before bobbling it back and forth, “Sounds like a good plan to me.”

When she stepped a bit closer, placing her hand on his arm before leaning in for a kiss, he smiled, kissing her back.  He let the kiss linger for a few moments, before pulling away, “You act like the guy is gonna spring up and kill me, or something.  Not that I’m complaining about you kissing me…like ever.  But I’ll be fine.”

He turned his hand so that he could reach around and take her arm that was against his, sliding his hand down to hers, giving it a reassuring squeeze.  Letting go of her hand, he pulled his pistol from his waistband and stepped up to Travers carefully.  He also pulled a bandana from his back pocket, tossing it on the table close Travers, in case he decided to scream.

“Alright, buddy.  Time to rise and shine.”, he chimed, picking up Travers’ chin with his fingers.  When Travers didn’t wake up right away, Dean lowered two fingers to his neck, making sure he had a pulse, before pulling his hand back and slapping him across the face, “C’mon.  Don’t make me beat you up…”