Dean glared at the moron girl before he glanced at the "vampire." Or more the VAMPIRE. How could he have missed it? He stood quickly, catching the stool before it fell over.
"What the hell? You're kidding right? This is some sort of gimmick for this place? What the fuck, man?" He had words, but none of them seemed to fit. All could think of were questions, many many irritating questions.
"This is why I haven't seen you? You've been playing with the undead things?" He was angry, and hurt, and confused. Somehow he was staying calm, maybe there were some pretty decent spells in this place. Or maybe the things thrown at him since coming the City had prepared him for this kind of crazy.