"I think I can offer you something better," says Dean, running an idle hand over Annie's fur to get his blush under control, but she wriggles away, distracted by a bug in the grass.

In the silence that follows, Dean studies Derek - the guy looks younger today, head hanging and posture rounded, and Dean is reminded that he's got a decade on him. But kid or not, Derek's as deadly as they come, and Dean has every reason to believe that Derek wants to do something good with it. "I need a hunting partner. We made a decent team in that nest."