Dean Winchester was very pleased with himself. One only needed to glance in his direction to see just how pleased with himself he was. The entire thing had gone better than he had expected. He and Sam tended to do minor, yet highly irritating, pranks. However, something had just struck in him earlier that night that he couldn't resist. Maybe before was right. Maybe he was evil. An evil genius. He was so deadly he should be a national weapon. Lock him up for everyone's safety.
He wasn't at all bothered by Sam's text. Dean knew that retaliation would also be around the corner and that it would be swift. However, he wasn't at all bothered by that. So long as Sam didn't touch his baby, he'd be good. And if Sam did ... well, no amount of brotherly love would protect him. Sam had been having increasing disrespect for Dean's first (and currently only) love. And it needed to stop!
He was parking said love when he stepped out of the car. Just happening to look up-squinting slightly-at the overly neon sign of the establishment that he was about to enter, when he noticed something. Something weird. Which was a given considering who he was and what city he was currently was in. But this just weird even for him... and Dean let out a curse. Witches. Man how he hated witches. Yet no witches from his world, that he knew of, rode brooms. Thank God for that. Which meant that the person wasn't from his world. It took him a while to remember those Hogparts people. Sam was obsessed with them or some shit like that. Dean seemed to recall girly like excitement whenever he was near or talking to the bushy-haired one.
Seemed like he would have to play welcome wagon. With a small sigh, Dean shut and locked his car properly before heading to the direction of the alley. "Hey." He called out. He knew a lot of their magic was weird here but he didn't want to risk being attacked by someone's wand. And wow, never before did he think that HE'D ever think those words to himself. "Might want to be a little obvious with the dress and broom combo. You might start attracting fangirls." Even at this time of night. "I'm going to take a guess that you're new here. I'm Dean. Welcome to Lawrence." He could be wrong. There were so many new arrivals, for all he knew this guy had been filled in and just liked to run around in his overgrown tent.