Sam and Dean decided on a night out, since they hadn’t been out and about much in a while, and they assumed you had been at the library, researching about the case.

Which, upon gaining closer proximity to the pole, they’d find was a lie.

After a mutual notice of you to them and them to you, their widened eyes took a seat, front and center to your little show.

And even though Dean was much more obvious with his feelings about it, whistling and throwing money, Sam had “that” look.