'Scary smooth', at least, was a very good way of describing this, yes, and, damn, there was definitely a flash of something new under everything in Dean's eyes. Not fear, not yet, of course, just... suspicion. She was acting weird - that had to be the drugs, and damn, what did she take? GHB? That didn't slow your world down, did it?

Right. It was just him being paranoid again. That same thing that had him muttering in corners and acting fucked up beyond all recognition. "Uhh, drink," he offered back, flashing a grin and crossing to the fridge, just by Rachel's perch on the counter. "Drink drink or, like... I got water, or..." He trailed off a little, as his eyes shamelessly surveyed the span of legs and back that dress was revealing. Damn, that thing looked good on her.