Perhaps to his credit, Dean did not say a word about kissing. He just smirked and glanced over at Sam with a "I told you so" brow raise; the food had been just the thing to calm nerves. He also didn't say anything about the way Sam's girlie made it for the snacks. So, Sam did not end up with a rabbit, as far as food went anyway.
Dean's brow rose at Aidan's comment. He looked at Harry then Sam, then at the murse.
"Dude, the Jolly Green over there isn't from where I'm from." Dean knew he'd probably been heard, and he nodded. "I guess we'll get started. I'm Dean Winchester. Think we know each other somehow. That's Sam, my brother." He motioned to the Sasquatch. "And Fred, the brain."
"Harry Dresden." He tilted his bottle toward Jolly Green, then turned his attention to the blond beside Harry. "Murphy - she's got a hell of a sword swing. I'm guessing you're Faith?" Sam hadn't mentioned knowing too many gals here after all.
"And this here.." The older Winchester's free hand lifted to pat Aidan roughly on the shoulder. "Is Aidan, he's a murse." The smile was definitely teasing.
"I think we've got a decent enough gathering of the collective; a little bit of magic, hard ass, normal, brain types all mixed in. Here's the deal. This?" He motioned to the food. "Is only a fraction of what I found the other day, and we need to figure out what to do with it. Especially since I caught Belia sniffing around the building looking for it."