Even though they’d just briefly walked by one another, Sam could feel eyes watching his back and knew it was from the trench coat wearing fellow who appeared to have the same curious look Sam had. He didn’t turn around to confirm his speculations, and instead spotted his older brother walking ahead. Los Angeles was compact, but it wasn’t that small.
A smile formed on Sam’s lips, but Dean was fixed on whoever it was behind and stared ahead with a loud announcement on his behalf. He turned around to face the stranger. Looking to Dean now, he whispered “It’s fine,” and hoped his brother would know that Sam wanted to leave and not give this guy the effort.