Dean's gaze had slid to her when she walked in, tracking the movement before he registered who it was that'd just come into the bar.

Jesus.

Dean was out of the booth before he'd really even made the decision to move. Everything had happened so quickly since Sam's arrival, Dean's focus on him so complete that it hadn't yet occurred to him that he should be easing those closest to Sam into his return.

"Shari," he said, loud enough to be sure that her attention was only on him and not the bar. He took her arm, trusting her to trust him, and walked her out the door. "Hold on a sec."