Dean's eyebrows fly up into his hairline. In love? He snorts again. He would sooner believe her if she'd told him that he sprouted two heads last time he was here. Not that he was in love. That's a phrase and a feeling that he left behind years ago, and he's learned his lesson. He's never going back.

"Yeah, you do strike me as the kinda girl that would need me to make you think I loved you."