If Starbuck had ever been intimidated by glares she probably wouldn't have lasted long... anywhere. Not even in her own home. But it was endlessly amusing watching Dean try to throw his weight around. She twisted her lips in a way that suggested she was trying to supress a grin, and beckoned him along with a toss of her head. "Are you always this moody with people who threw themselves at you no more than a half hour ago?" she teased in an undertone.

She glanced at what Sam had pulled out and nodded. "Sure, I'll try anything."