Sam shot Dean a withering glare as the eldest Winchester all but shoved Sammy towards her. This was his big brother’s attempt at being a wingman and he didn’t much appreciate it.

Dean merely gave his brother a thumbs up and a grin. Rolling his eyes, the brown eyed male turned his attention to her as she was reading up on the lore about the creature the three of them were currently hunting.

“Hey, do you think we could talk for a second?” He asked, scratching the back of his neck.