Dean listened, and it was pretty much how he expected things. Ship can have its Security and cops. But he was used to doing things without rules, and sad to say, sometimes you ended up with bloody hands. (Too bloody even if he can still remember how it drip, dripped down the rack). Ok, so they got a cyborg, sure, he could deal.

He then spoke up, "Yeah, I'm Winchester, or just call me Dean. I like long walks on the beach, and long conversations by the moonlight." And if you believe that crap, he's got some beachfront property to sell you too.

"Honestly? Dealt with some scary ass shit most of my life, and that kind of life you learn fast or you ain't gonna make it for long. Way it goes."