"This is not gonna be pretty." Dean watched uneasily as Cas made his way through the crowd toward a buxom blonde.
"He'll be okay." Sam hedged. "He's been practicing."
"Sam, the last time he practiced the chick almost slapped his face off!"
Sam winced at the memory. "I know, but we have to let him figure it out for himself."
Cas reached the blonde and started to talk. She looked amused. The biker flanking her - didn't.
Eyeing them, Dean took a hasty swallow of beer. "Yeah, but - why did he have to choose a leather bar to practice in?"