"Hey 'Lina."
"Dean," she greet him, with the same tired smile she had shared with him since they met.
"For you." He said, passing her the whiskey.
"You know me so well." She said to the glass.
"I saw Isobel last night." He told her sombrely. She tilted the glass a little higher as she took a drink, set it back on the bartop, and took a moment to enjoy her drink before replying,
"Oh dear, how is she?"
"Still pissed." He grunted, shifting in his seat and remembering all the stitches he'd not long since put in.
"After all this time? You'd think a ghost would learn how to mellow out."
"At least you don't have to see her."
"That depends on how you look at it."
Dean grunted, taking a long swig from his glass.
"I heard about your father." She said, something no one ever brought up, "I'm sorry."
Dean wasn't sure what the appropriate response was. Losing his father was a loss to 'Lina too and he'd failed to call her.
"Still can't talk about it?" she suggested, and he was happy to let her think that. Then it occurred to him he was afraid she would ask questions; he hadn't realised it would be hard to talk about.
"You haven't changed." He grinned, changing the subject.
"Sure I have, I picked me up some fancy new scars." She said it playfully but the heavy sigh after it gave the weariness away. It was comforting to hear.
"Tell me about it."
"Are you hunting by yourself now?" Lina asked, swinging dangerously close to the dead-dad subject.
"No, I have my brother, Sam, with me. Isobel was just as intent of killing him as she was me." Again Dean tried to swerve the subject of his dad. Lina scoffed,
"Is he half as charming as you?"
Dean paused for a second for impact, "Definitely not."
Lina smiled politely and took her second sip. She didn't know how to control her burden and he knew it, so she tried another topic altogether. She noticed his glass,
"I wish I could say you look good, Dean, but that drink is gone and you look like Hell."
Dean glanced from his glass to Lina's and the comparison was grim. While his glass was now empty, she still had half of hers left.
"I've been better." He shrugged.
"Everyone finally died off?" she said. That was one thing he didn't miss about her; she had no tact. All he could do in response was to clench his jaw.
"Yeah, that'll do it." She sighed sympathetically. She emptied the glass into her mouth and gave the barman eye contact. The young guy approached.
"I'm buying that bottle over there, take it away from me and I'll make a scene you wont forget okay?" the young guy obliged and she poured hearty glasses for she and Dean to broach hard subjects with.