"Dean..."

Just the tone of the woman's voice is enough for Dean to know that there's a bomb coming.

"Yes...?"

The hunter asks a little hesitantly, already anticipating what's to come, as he puts his jacket around the back of one of the chairs around the large coffee table inside the Men of Letters Bunker. And he crosses his arms, looking at her suspiciously as he observes her distracted and thoughtful form while looking at some kind of magazine.

"What's my biggest flaw?"

Pff, of course it would be something like that. A huff/scoff comes from his lips, and he rolls his eyes and gives his signature charming smirk, raising an eyebrow and putting his hands on the table while leaning on it just a little, enough to emphasize his muscles.

"Too hot."