"Please don't," Merlin hurried to put in with a sheepish little smile. "I wouldn't recommend. At least without some severe security upgrades." God, just the idea of a couple of hundred demons roaming the street of New York. (There probably was those every now and then but... Merlin didn't want to see Dean mixed in that business.)

Because, well, because oh, he was so fucked. That smile made him reply with one of his own, just as soft and fond. Stop being cute, okay.

"The effect is neat and unique enough that I'd wager that most people would be curious about it at least for a while."

He reached out to smooth his hand down along Dean's back, aiming for something comforting. He looked a little stressed with his head on the table like that. "Seems like you don't have to decide tonight."