"It's an expensive thing, killing another vampire. And your... unique situation affords you a little more protection than most, but I'd advise you against provoking me further." Eric reached out a hand to brush down the wrinkles in the front of Dean's shirt. "It isn't that expensive."

"I'll keep that in mind," Dean answered as he tucked the card into his pocket. He was... relatively certain it was just a threat, but he wasn't going to chance it at the moment. "I'll take care of it tomorrow night. First thing."

"I noticed your... day precautions," Eric mentioned and glanced down at the black fabric he'd pulled out from one corner of the bed skirt. The disapproval on his face was John Wichester-levels of disappointment. "I don't know why you choose to live this way, but I suppose I can comfort myself with the knowledge that you're at least not eating cats. Yet. Speaking of eating..." He looked over at Sam again. "For a vampire's human companion, this one has a great deal of silver in his belongings and around the room. Curious, isn't it?"

Dean wasn't entirely comfortable with the idea of Sam loaded up on silver, but he wasn't going to admit that to Eric. "He hunts werewolves," he said instead.

Eric laughed. "Does he? I like him already." He looked Sam over appraisingly one more and then headed out the door without another word.