"Check your pockets." Dean was being helpful. Sort of. He just smirked and took a sip beer and looked around to see who might be there. While he might be happy with Dinah, now and then he did take a moment to appreciate the sights. He also appreciated what he would go home to after drinks with his brother.
Dean turned his attention back to the surly drinker (not drunk, just drinker); something about him...Finally the older Winchester leaned over and whispered to the younger.
"Guy seem familiar to you?" The name, the 'bub', that hadn't clicked, but something was certainly tugging at Dean's mind.