Hair still damp from the shower, Lindsey sat in a booth in the cafe, his feet propped up on the opposite seat. There was a beer on the table, condensation forming on the outside of the glass. He was reading a paperback, and every few pages or so, he'd reach for the glass and take a swallow without looking away from the page.

It might've looked to some like he was oblivious to everything around him, but he was more than capable of multitasking in actually desperate circumstances. So he saw when the Winchester guy came in, and he heard what he said. "Somebody checked out?" he asked, still reading but not hiding the curiosity in his voice.