"Right. Okay, so, Sammy. I'll get started on the lore books and you guys," Dean waved the beer in his hands to motion to the both of you, abruptly stopping once he caught your eyes mid-sentence. His gaze wavered with an aggravated look, annoyance bearing on his face. "You guys can look into the case more and see if we know or have anything about that symbol." Dean's tone flattened before any of you could remark on it, stepping out of the room. Sam picked up on the mood change and tension even if he sat across the table from you, shooting you a small glance for an explanation.

You could hardly remember what you and your boyfriend were upset about this time, it was some stupid argument neither of you couldn't remember about, or why it'd been instigated in the first place. All you knew was that you two butted heads sometime around yesterday, and you were both too prideful to cave in and apologize.

But then again, it was hard to ignore the pissy look on his face as he sat at the next table near the stairs leading up, defiant to sucking it up and owning his mistakes or acknowledging your presence and-or, sharp glances.