Dean and Ingrid
"Uh huh." Ing had definitely been picking up on her ex-boyfriend's thoughts as well as those of his companion, which meant she hadn't really been listening to what Dean was saying. She was a little too wrapped up in what she'd "overheard," wishing desperately that she could erase that knowledge. It was bad enough that she felt nauseated every time she saw him. Every time she was reminded of how she'd completely screwed things up with a really great guy. There were times Ing missed Charles so much that it was a near physical pain. Seeing him with someone else, knowing how they both felt about each other, was like a knife to her guy.
"I'm sorry, Dean. I wasn't really- what did you say?" she asked him, forcing herself to block out the swarm of thoughts around her as she took an incredibly long gulp of the aforementioned punch. Maybe if she drank enough of it, she could forget what she'd just heard. She and Dean had been having fun and she wanted to keep doing that. She definitely didn't want to stand here thinking about all gone stupid choices she'd made or how she wished things were different.