"If you ever need someone to spar with," Dean offers to Steve. "I'd be more than willing to once I kick this damn stomach bug. And maybe I can offer you a few pointers." Dean's a pretty good brawler, a bit unprofessional but he still feels like he can lend Steve a hand at improving his boxing skills.

That's to say he doesn't know about poor Steve's physical problems, but even then Dean might not see any harm in offering the guy a little support.

"Doesn't sound like a bad gig, and from it sounds like you had plenty of time to take a trip or two to a beach or park. That is if you have those two things back home. And even a busy guy like myself makes time to shove his nose into a rose or two." Dean leans over to reach for a bottle of some kind of sports drink.

"Me. I tour the country with my brother and the doofy looking guy in a trench coat hunting down angry spirits and all other kinds of nasties."