[Call him odd but Dean found dorky charming. There was something honest in someone willing to look like a dork even when trying to impress.]

I leave the cocktail recipes to my bartender. She's got the experience and she's psychic. It's a two-for-one deal all in my favor. [He felt the tingle of magic against his palm but the protective ward tattooed into his skin didn't reacting meaning whatever Merle was doing wasn't dangerous. It was just idle magic or something boring.]

Are you a palm reader? Going to tell me my future?