[ Where either Geralt or Nadine can be found, Julie usually can be found as well. With both of them to be at the same table, it is unsurprising that she's tucked between them, still picking at the last bits of her meal as she drinks more than anyone her size should rightfully be able to.

It probably will not assist Dean's processing in any way, shape or form that Julie also does not blink at Jaskier's statement, nor Geralt's reaction. In fact, she only puts her glass in front of Geralt for a refill, like this is all perfectly normal table conversation. ]

You say that like she's never heard it from 'im before. Pour. [ She glances over at Nadine before she hooks her chin on his shoulder. ] I told you, you were his first choice. He put the sell on her.

[ Dean barely garners more than a mildly disparaging second glance. Like he's being immature. ]

Don't be heteronormative, Winchester.