[ Dean frowns, and then -- oh, oh sure. Argents. Silver. Right. Totally... gets that one. Yep. Dean's face is the face of someone who understands that and doesn't want anyone to explain it to him. He's just going to move on from that (and look it up later). Anyway, her never having heard of other hunters isn't necessarily a sign they don't inhabit the same worlds; could be they're a disconnected bunch.

There, though. The retirement thing. That sounds way more likely, as much as he'd hate to admit it, and some of the tension relaxes away in his shoulders too. Saves him from having to make the speech himself some other time. ]

Yeah, it's not easy to get out once you're here. You can't untrain what you've spent your life gearing up for. I'd like to say that you're young, there could be some hope for you still, and that's true, but... Well, anyway, you're here now. It's not like this place is normal, but the only thing we hunt around here is deer, so there's something.