Sawyer

"What are we really doing here?" Sam questioned, looking around the bedroom at a house in Vegas.

"I already told you… Sawyer needs our help."

"Someone mention my name?" A brunette questioned, standing at the doorway.

"Sawyer, we're to help," Dean said. "You ready?"

""Yeah…thanks."

"Wait!" Sam yelled. "Where are you going?"

"Lady luck and me are gonna help Sawyer win some cash at a casino while you stay with his clingy grandma." Dean winked, "By the way, granny might want you to play strip poker or something…keep your hands to yourself."

"Dean, you're twisted."

"Yeah Sam, I know."