"Not for lack of trying," May answered as she sat down again and rubbed her face with her hands. "Ugh. I think my subconscious is out to get me."

Sam nodded. "Yeah, I know what you mean. So what's up?"

"Well, uh... I can't really think of a non-awkward way to ask this," May admitted. "Did Dean get a chance to tell you how we really met? And about my, uh, side job?" She made a face at her choice of words, absently toying with a bit of fabric on her wrists. The strips were getting loose; she needed to either secure them or re-wrap them soon.