Dean was sitting in a booth, with a beer in front of him, and some of the photocopied pages of the notebook Phaedra'd given to Jo laid out on the table in front of him. It was easier to think with a little bit of ambient noise, a little bit of home.
More and more this place was reminding him of the Roadhouse.
Give you a chance to win back your money, boys?
Dean looked up, saw Ellen, and smirked. Hunters were the same all over.