Balthazar couldn't search out Dean specifically - not with his wards on his ribs - but there were some tricks he'd picked up here. Technology was a wonderful thing, but it also meant you had little privacy. In actuality, though, he wasn't even looking for Dean tonight. Tonight he had planned to pop into Verdant for some booze and people watching. Of course when he saw Dean was there, some entertainment was in order too.
He appeared suddenly beside Dean with a soft fluttering of wings sounding after him. He put on a faux hurt expression, laying into his accent as he put a hand to his chest dramatically. "Dean, honey, how could you do this to me? I thought we meant something."