“We have company,” Sam says. “I’m, uh, going to swing by her place and help her look for something. Just thought you should know.”

The lump stills, then sits up. Dean shoves the blanket down and gives Sam an incredulous stare. “Run that by me again?”

Sam waves a hand at Waverly. “Company,” he explains. “Dean, this is Waverly. Waverly, my brother Dean.”