–Chapter 100–
The minutes that followed after his arm wrestling with the werewolf, who now identified himself as Bram Argent, were slow.
Food was brought to the different tables and Dean noticed that eyes that were usually drifting on and off him were staying longer now, but he didn't bother to acknowledge them. After all, the ones directly on his table were enough.
His attention was very much on Olsen though. The gentle giant sat beside him and was eating like he was possessed.
It was as if the boy had decided that eating was the only social activity tonight that wouldn't put him in any form of trouble.
He laughed and teased Ash every now and then. Answered questions when asked. But every time the conversation near him got loud or the competitive energy at surrounding tables spiked, something in Olsen's shoulders tightened subtly.
