"All right," she said, reaching between her legs to pull the back of her nightgown up to her waist, creating a pair of makeshift trousers. She tucked wrapped it around her waist and tied it off. "But...what are cops?"

Poor Dean.

Unfortunately, the extent of slang that Ariadne had managed to pick up from the world had mostly come from pressing her ear to the floor, listening to her master talk, when he had visitors. And he didn't have them very often.

Sometimes, he killed them.