( If he'd bothered to ask for the name, he might be slightly reassured — he's met Stephen once or twice. Knows he's in Sam's crowd. Seems sharp, seemed willing to negotiate back at that fight during the dimming when he could've easily kicked Dean's ass left, right, and sideways.

But at the end of the day, Dean still doesn't know him. Maybe it wouldn't make a difference. )

Just once.

( He sighs, reaching down to grab a bar rag. He uses it to scrub away Lucifer's mark with a note of finality — an unnecessary action when he could probably just will it away, but he can't shake the itch to do something physical about it. If Geralt weren't here, he might even bust out a sander. Wear the wood down. Fill it up. Polish it smooth.

This is better than nothing. )

He might be back. Might not. If he shows up when the gang's all here, he'd probably learn to stay scarce. Dude's dangerous and full of himself, but I doubt he'd try to tangle with a whole bar full of hunters at once. Not until he gets his bearings, anyway.