"The guy who steals all the hearts and pies?" Dean has to laugh at that. "Princess, you don't even realize how spon on that description is- But I promise I'll still be your Beast if you ask nicely-"

He stops dead when she reminds him of what is in his hands. Glancing up at it, he clears his throat and then carefully lowers it. "This thing? Nah. This is just some junk I was clearing out of the garage when I got snatched. You wouldn't happen to know where I can safely stash it, would you?"