Freak with a knife collection.

Inbox me if you really want a greeter/starter/whatever so I can talk to you about what you'd like to do.

          "Dean," she starts, after picking up her cellphone. "Didn't expect to see you on my caller ID. What's up?"

   Jo saunters over to the booth a young girl made herself at home at.

          "Welcome to the Roadhouse. Can I get you anything?" she asks, taking the notepad and pen out of her apron.

   Jo lowers her gaze to the figure that just appeared to her. It takes her a second, but she recognises him then.

          "Crowley," she says, a bit accusingly.