Dean lifted the bottle of beer to his lips again, leaning against the hood of his car. Lifting a hand and combing it through his hair, he looked up and around the street, green eyes not focused on anything in particular, but just anything in his surroundings.

But a head of blonde hair caught his attention and he turned his attention to look at her directly. The hunter couldn’t help but look her up and down (classic Dean Winchester) and smirk a little bit. And as she passed, he sent a wink and a charming grin in her direction