"Yeah." FDR mutters, watching the way the guy grabs Dean's hands and makes him touch him again. "Totally a baby." He wasn't buying that at all. But there was one thing he knew for certain. "He likes you."

Except for the occasional glance and the very blatant 'bad' comment, he hasn't paid much attention to him, it's all been focused on Dean.

"Where'd it even come from?" He muttered, turning away from the scene on the bed to walk over to the window, pulling up the curtain to look out like he expects to see some hint out there. But there's nothing out of the ordinary except...

"Hey, did you move your car?"