Dean is right there, his face five inches from hers as she stumbles backwards.

“Sorry if I scared you,” he drawls. His eyes are strikingly green; there’s a cut on his temple that’s not quite healed. “Have a nice day. And don’t worry about Sammy; I’ll take care of him. Always do.”

Oh WOW!!! ILU! and ALL of this! it's so brilliant and I'm so excited and how the hell do you ALWAYS get it so right every. single. time????! so damn impressive.