Dean winked at the waitress, giving her a charming smile which she returned.
Sam rolled his eyes and ran the girl through with silver blade he had picked up from their trunk arsenal. "Really Dean, out of all the girls in the bar, you had to flirt with this one."
Crestfallen, Dean glanced between the look on his brother's face and the dead supernatural creature at his feet. "But, I thought you said that the blonde one was the ghoul!"
Sam huffed. "She was the blonde one Dean. Try looking a little higher every once in a while."
Dean smirked, but his choice of views was so much better.