Isaac and Tamara were a couple of hunters that were old friends of Bobby's. They were married, imagine that, a married couple that hunted together. While Sam and Kayla took care of the introduction small talk, Dean worked over some unsuspecting girl at the coroner's office. He was really working his magic.
"Hey if you look as pretty as you sound, I'd love to have an…appletini." He winked at Kayla. "I'll call you." Dean closed the phone. "That was the coroner's tech. Get this, cause of death on all three bodies was starvation and dehydration. No signs of restraint, no signs of struggle, just sat down and never got up."
"There was a fully stocked kitchen just yards away." Bobby noted.
"Right," Sam started. "What is this, a demon attack?"
"If it is it's nothing I've ever seen and I've seen plenty."
"So what, what do we do?"
Isaac cut in. "Um, we're not doing anything."
Sam looked at him. "What do you mean?"
"You guys seem nice enough, but, this ain't Scooby Doo and we don't play well with others."
"Well I think we'd cover more ground if we all worked together." Always the optimist.
"No offense, but we're not teaming with the damn fools who let the devils gate open in the first place."
Dean started to say something smart but Kayla cut him off. "Hey we're the damn fools who shut the door, we didn't open it."
Tamara sighed quietly. "Isaac, like you haven't made a mistake."
"Oh sure, locked my keys in the car, turned my laundry pink. Never brought on the apocalypse."
Dean laughed anxiously, like he was trying to keep from ripping the guy's head off. "That's enough."
"This isn't helping anything." Sam tried to keep things civil.
"You brought a war down on us, all of us. There aren't enough hunters in the world to fight off what you let out."
"Alright. That's quite enough testosterone for now." Tamara dragged him out of the room.