"But we do it so well" she retorted amused, and they did. They'd gotten it mostly down to a fine art. Sam would unleash at them while she was hapilly the quietly proud observer. He really was something special. Azazel might have been a monster but she couldn't help thinking he hadn't made a bad choice in favouring Sam. She understood it at any rate.
"Think about it, sit here for a while all casual, get them all riled up and worried but of course they won't start anything because they know how it goes. They just sit there and hope its not their turn to get dragged out back. Found anyone that looks like a likely target?"
She wondered how much scoping out of threats he'd done, she hoped a lot, she suspected a lot. When he asked about Castiel she couldn't help but be a little suprised but she shrugged slightly.
"At home when I left. He knows I've come to meet you."
Sam was still focused on anything but talking about himself, but maybe this evening would change that.