"Hey." Dean looked down at the table. "Trying to stay awake for something?" A hint of a brow lift suggested the hunter had a few ideas, and that the coffee really wasn't necessary. He claimed a seat without asking; she had invited him after all.
"How are you? Something's on your mind." He'd seen bigger smiles on her lips before, so something was certainly wrong. Or something was bothering her, and he was more than willing to help whatever was bothering go away. For a little while if not forever. He was a good guy like that.