"And then he said he could protect me. It was rather sweet, if entirely misplaced," she grins to herself as she sets her coffee cup on its saucer.
He rolls his eyes, "Hrmph. Do you know he is exactly as terrible as those boys of his? Even went so far as to evade one of my reapers. Tessa says Monroe wouldn't stop complaining for days."
Her smile grows slightly, "But, did Monroe really expect anything less than an absolute fight out of Bobby Singer? That man wouldn't know peace if it bit him on the ass."
Sighing, he nods his agreement. "I do believe he'd rather hoped it would be less trouble than it was. Do try one of the bear claws," he tilts his head toward the white paper bag on the coffee table, "They're from a delightful hole in the wall bakery in Vermont. Baked fresh every morning."
"You know I don't need donuts, why do you insist on bringing junk food with you to these coffee dates?" She gives a token protest, but he simply watches her expectantly. Not one to di