Dean nodded as he came to stop in front of her. "Good to hear," he sad to her "I'm fine."
"You were looking for Gambit?" He wanted to roll his eyes at that but only continued to smile. "He's probably lurking somewhere around the barn." Or scavenging for some kind of cake, he thought.
Seeing someone new sort of made his shoulders want to slump forward but he kept his expression pleasant. She hadn't asked to be here and he knew they would work hard to break her spirit. It was a distasteful thought.
He flashed her a smile and shook her hand firmly. "Dean Winchester. Enjoying your stay so far?" he asked and chuckled mirthlessly at himself. It really was a joke, this whole thing. He'd already lost 15lbs since his arrival and he hadn't been much more than muscle before. Now he looked slightly gaunt and in bad need of a shave. He hoped she wouldn't think he was some grizzled unibomber suspect or something.