"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."
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Date: 2023-01-31 11:50 am (UTC)"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."