Pea green with envy, Margo watched as her nestmate, Tiffany, sashayed out of the bar on the arm of the handsome stranger.
Right before the door closed, Tiffany threw her a smug grin, fangs peeking out the tiniest bit, and Margo turned back to the bartender, signaling for another beer. "Some people have all the luck," she said glumly.
The bartender's smile was dreamily reminiscent. "Yeah. Dean's a total hottie."
"Dean?"
"Dean Winchester. I had some of that myself a few years ago."
Margo started to laugh. Some people do have all the luck. But, damn, it sure wasn't Tiffany!