Her mind had drifted well away from the television until she heard the door open and her attention snapped toward the person entering. Shit! she thought angrily; she'd totally forgotten to lock up when everyone had gone to bed. She could've easily answered the door when Dean showed up, but she hadn't and that could have been a fatal mistake, because while the Roadhouse was safe from demons and the like...well, if it wasn't locked, it still wasn't safe from Sam.
But, she was relieved to see Dean walk in the door and she gave him a small, sympathetic smile as she slid out of the booth, grimacing with effort as it took a moment to actually stand up again. It was bad enough she'd had to push the table over toward the other seat; if the tables had been bolted to the floor, she'd have been screwed. With one hand on her back and the other gripping the side of the booth — which was bolted to the floor, go figure — she pulled herself to her feet and made her way toward him. "Hey, Dean," she said softly. "Yeah. I'm Darcy Rhone," she introduced when she was nearer, holding her free hand out for him to shake as the one on her back slid forward to rest on her giant stomach.
He smelled like smoke. Not like cigarettes; like smoke. That made Darcy slightly uncomfortable, especially when coupled with the way he looked — like he'd been in a fire. Part of it made her curious as to what the fuck he'd been doing before showing up here in Lawrence and the other part of it made he think of Kon and realize that, shit, it'd been hours and he hadn't responded to her, not even to decline the offer or make some excuse why he couldn't come to the Roadhouse. Kon was always prompt responding to her. It made her feel a little sick to think about, so she focused on Dean. "Ready? Or, did you want something to eat first? I can make you some wings, if you want," she offered, because...well, she'd made her own, so why not? Surely Jo wouldn't have minded.