If the car ride and breakfast are any indication, making it through a lesson in gunplay is going to be seriously difficult.

Dean clears his throat and takes a drink from his coffee mug. When he's sure he's got control over the volume and timbre of his voice, he makes his reply. "Well, then I guess I'll have to take you dancing then, so you can show me your moves."

There, that was reasonable and far less racy than what he was actually thinking.