"Uh, hi." Dean gives the chick a startled look as she turns shyly away, then turns that look right back on him. "You didn't--"

"No," Sam grits out. "I couldn't sleep, so I went to the bar to do some research. That bar."

"So why're you waking me up now? There a problem?" Dean demands.

"Not exactly," Sam hedges. "Waverly lost something. I'm going to help her look for it. She was worried you'd be worried if I didn't let you know, first."