Jaime had a point. First names weren't anything. Dean rarely gave his real one, anyway. Might not have last night if he hadn't been so whacked out on whatever the hell was in those drinks.

He laughed at the compliment, plenty vain enough to enjoy the ego stroke. "Honestly? Ghosts, werewolves, wendigos... monsters. I hunt them and keep them from killing people."

Dean grinned a little. "And before you tell me I'm crazy, let me remind you that you and your horny alien bug friend just fucked me silly."