"Your the one who turned down his barf bags. When did I tell him to show off?" Looked up at the ceiling, pretending I hadn't just gotten caught checking her out.
"Well you seem to be in shit most of the time. Besides its LA. Enough said. There's nothing to have a hunch about, I just want more intel on weres." Something told me this Winchester dude didn't stop hunting. That was a thing I could respect. And holy fuck she was paranoid.
"Try me. I've hard some pretty far fetched shit the last few weeks." Couldn't exactly scream werewolf at her as much as I'd like too.