Sam's gaze follows hers to where Dean is dutifully gathering empty bottles and glasses. Bussing isn't in his job description, but it's nearing the end of the night and the crowd's dwindled and everyone's doing more than their part to pack everything up as quickly as possible. There's something about her calling attention to Dean that unnerves him and his frown deepens as he turns his attention back to her.

"What do you care?" he asks, suspicion mounting. She looks perfectly ordinary, conventionally beautiful and utterly human. Not that that ever means anything. She looks like she belongs on the cover of Dean's favorite magazine and maybe that, all by itself, is what makes Sam nervous. Like she's a trap.