Dean furrowed his brow at Mika’s worry about the case.  He was worried about the same things, he just had more of an ability to turn that side of his brain off.  He hadn’t taken that into account when he brought things up at the table, and it caused him to feel a bit bad.

He shook his head and waved his fork in front of him as she tried to protest his idea to be bait.  There was no way in hell he could keep his head if she was going to do it, and he needed to be the muscle in all of this, bait or not.  It was something he wasn’t going to budge on. 

Dean followed her eyes while shaking his head, “Don’t worry about it.  We’re here to do a job.  It would be weird if we didn’t at least think about it, good food or not..”

As he watched the men outside, he narrowed his eyes, “They look like they’re disagreeing over what to do about something that affects them both, to me…Could be our kind of thing.  It’s the only lead we’ve had so far, other than the bodies.”

He raised his eyebrows, as if asking her if she wanted to check it all out.  Maybe they could suss out some info from the suited guy, considering they were playing FBI.  If he was willing to speak to the cops, maybe he would be willing to speak to them.