Meeting Thomas outside had been quite the eye-opener. She hadn't expected to walk into the bar and see Dean here, too. But then again, Phaedra'd been distracted tonight, first with her assignment, then with burning someone with a handshake. Searching for a Winchester's thoughts amongst the din she normally heard wasn't a high priority.
She arched an eyebrow and gave a nod of her head to Dean when he looked right at her, continuing to make her way to the bar, long legs in jeans, high-heeled boots clicking on the floor, leather coat trailing down behind her.
Lindsey was next to Dean, an empty bar stool distance away, which she found simultaneously interesting and hilarious. She did not sit in that empty space, but stood in it, offering Lindsey the most convincing smile she had right now--which was still fairly convincing.