"They what?"

Dean grit out, green eyes going dark as Sam whispers to him nervously.

"Well…yeah. I thought you knew that. Her friends took her to the bar because they wanted to set her up with that guy they were talking about."

Dean groans, lifting himself off the couch to pace.

"Did she know?"

"No. That's why she called me asking to come get her. I just don't know if…if I should. I mean…she kinda could use a guy-"

"She doesn't need a damn man!"

Dean snaps.

"I'm going to get her."

He shoulders his jacket, boots stomping on the floor as he makes his way to the garage where he had Baby parked. Who the hell would think to set his sweet girl up? You were happy being single, dammit. Dean huffs, sitting behind the driver's seat and calling you. It didn't take long for you to pick up, which meant you weren't doing great. You usually were barely on your phone.

"Hey, darlin'. Sammy said you need me to come get ya?"

"Y..yeah. Please. I'm at that club downtown you were at last weekend."

Dean sighs.

"Alright. What's goin' on? I can stay on the phone."

He murmurs as he pulls out of the bunker, going from 5 to 60 in a few seconds.

"I just…I'm really uncomfortable. I'm not drunk enough to be here right now. And my friends set me up and…and I didn't know. And he's really not cute and he's super wasted and he keeps touching me."

Dean clenches his jaw.

"Just punch him, baby. Punch him where the sun don't shine and I'll finish him off in a couple minutes with my damn car."