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“Arthur, are you sure Sam’s not having jealousy issues?”
“Yes, Eames, he and I had a long talk. It’s fine. Why do you ask?”
Eames scratches the back of his neck. “Well, it’s just, anytime he dreams up the outside of the salvage yard. I just get the feeling that he might still be a little sore.”
Hot Chick at the door seems almost as surprised by Dean as he is by her. “Dean Winchester, I presume,” she says, revealing herself to be Hot Snooty French Chick.
“Yeah, that’s me.” says Dean, blocking the door. “Listen, we appreciate you coming by, but Sam’s not seeing—”
“Mal? Is that you?” Sam calls from the bed. When Dean lets the woman—Mal— push past him, Sam cracks the first smile Dean’s seen since before the fire.