((ooc: *jumps on in* Hopefully that ain't a problem?))
Dean wasn't really considering anyone around him at the moment. He was off in his mini-world where this was all just a bad. Very bad dream. Even if it wasn't a bad dream. He knew it because he'd been pitching himself for days and it still didn't go away. Green eyes shut for a moment as he spotted that giant of a brother of his. A smile coming to his lips.
Damn it to hell, Los Angeles was a small town.
He glanced over to the guy in a trenchcoat for a moment, scowling a bit. He's eyes trailing over to where he was looking at his baby brother. "...You got a staring problem, man?" He crossed his arms, working his jaw. He didn't have Sam's abilities. He just had to deal with one thing. And one thing only...He was his big brother. And for now? He was watching his back.