It was hard to remember the reason she'd come here so purposefully once she was actually near Lindsey. Phaedra knew exactly how bad a sign that was. She knew perfectly well. If she'd had any doubt, burning Thomas erased all of that.
... a sight for sore eyes?
She turned her head to Dean, then, and arched an eyebrow at him.
"It's nice to see you too, Dean," she said, voice holding minimal annoyance. "Not that it's really any of your business what my personal life is like."
Dean started to open his mouth, and she knew it was going to be something about whether or not she fed on Lindsey, when Phaedra decided her life would be easier if Dean just wasn't here.
She didn't say it was good she ran into him, or anything so friendly.
"Sam is back. He's here. I saw him, I saved him on Halloween, and he met Harry, too."
When Dean's eyes grew--predictably--to the size of baseballs, Phaedra smiled at him gently. She found Sam's mind among all the minds in York, without pushing, just to check where he was. "He's at the motel."
After that, Dean was off the stool like a shot, eyes darting to his drinking buddy one last time.