Dean Scans the RoadHouse Bar and spots you in the corner of the table. Thinking this can be a good opportunity to test his charm on the new hunters around.

This seat's taken?

He laughs then sees how you gulp and look away.

g'uhh.. names Dean. Dean Winchester.

He puts his hand out for a shake then sees you hitch your breath. He sits down.

Hey, you alright?

Dean softly whispers, hoping to create a safe bubble for you.