Sam Winchester & Olivia Taylor-Jones
It was something of a scruff moose that sat down across from her. He was well over six feet tall, and hadn't shaved for the occasion. At least he didn't have his hair pulled up into a manbun, though he had considered it. Instead it hung down loose around his face.
He wore jeans and a button down over a plain black T-shirt. "Hi. I'm Sam," he said. "And it is." He smiled. He had sought out both Dean and Sara, to keep an eye on them. This was going to be an interesting evening, he was sure of it.