Yeah, I'm sure we'll get along great. BFFs, the whole nine.

[The hunter isn't as oblivious as his easy smile suggests, he knows there's something else going on here, but he has priorities right now - he's got to, because there's something...

Shane tries to shrug him off but Dean isn't having it, keeps his hold sufficiently to try to tilt the shorter but bulkier man away from both himself and Cashmere, back down the hall. He's only worried about Cashmere insofar as what she's going to do with regards to Shane.]

You good? You uh... [There's a moment that god, this just feels stupid, but he can't come up with anything better to say, so whatever.] Need to call someone? Or something?

[Swapping his attention to Shane, he raises both eyebrows.]

I thought we were having a sit-down.