"Che... valier?" He stood there quietly with a hand stuck to his hip for now, surveying the girl. The tenor hinted he was perplexed by the term.

He was sure he'd heard that word in passing before. Somewhere. Thinking back to childhood expeditions wasn't a smart move, considering that family member was currently the last person he wanted on his mind. He'd have to ask Sam about it later.

"Sure. Yeah." The Intercom then sounded, and the hunter rolled his eyes on cue. "Terrific," he continued distractedly. "OK, don't wander too far from your block tonight. I'll find you." As if he believed she may not be capable of comprehending what he'd just said, Dean put a hand on her shoulder, grasping it firmly like a father would a son. "Got it? And, uh, watch you don't stress yourself."