Finally, Logan came walking in, eyes flickering back and forth from Sally, to Dean, then back again. Everything, from his stride, to his demeanor, to the slightly raised eyebrow, made one thing evident: between his intuition and his heightened senses, he knew exactly how attracted to each other these two were. And as protective of Sally as he was? Yeah, this had potential to end hilariously, violently, or possibly BOTH.
Standing there in just his jeans, boots, and an old white tank top, cigar chomped between his teeth, Logan crossed his arms and sighed.
"So... if we can take a break from whatever bad teenage movie is going on here, I believe you two wanted to learn a few things?"