[ Destiny is such a sucker for serendipity. She and he will need to have a talk about what sort of trash novels she's been indulging in.
For now, though, he merely watches the Winchester bustle about, trying to decide whether or not the man is ignoring him (that would be quite rude). ]
Dean.
[ He calls after a moment. He's sitting across the room, but the way the voice floats through the parlor, it could be a cold breath wafting over the back of his neck. ]