Dean looked up as the tempo of the music changed a bit, but his focus was on the women before him. The blonde in particular had caught his interest, as she always did, not that her brunette dolls were bad. They just weren't her. She was doing this all for him...
His brows furrowed as something didn't feel right. Just a shake of his head, as if there was something in it other than his brain. As if something or someone was messing with it. He was not alone? No, he was alone. This was his dream. His dream alone.
Then..
"What the!" Dean stood quickly, turning to face the 'oh my' and the definite other person. That was not something he'd just put in his own head. He'd shared dreams before, so this wasn't all that surprising; but, that didn't mean having the creature from the Blue Lagoon was all that a relaxing thing.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" The women pouted as they were being ignored, but soon they simply weren't there. They weren't for Nemo's eyes. "And what the hell!" He could tell the...other being was aroused. It was damn disturbing.
What Dean didn't notice was the small table behind him. The City could work in mysterious ways perhaps.