Sam was watching her, or her arm anyway, she could tell, she knew exactly where his gaze was falling every time he looked over and it was confirmed when she'd handed him the beer. Had he gotten through the flask?
Would he need more?
They could meet tomorrow or something. It wasn't a big deal, and besides she understood what he was doing here, this almost double date. Get back to normal. It was a good idea.
And besides, being here, in Castiel's arms, it wasn't exactly a chore. He tightened his arm around her and she looked up at him for a moment, worridly but the worry turned to a flash of...it wasn't annoyance, but she'd been watching the movie and Al Pacino was doing an okay job she thought, powerful, commanding. And so far he was being nice to the other guy.
"What are they getting wrong?" she asked, her tone as light as she could make it.