Reggie drifted across the casino floor.
Dean Winchester was camped out at the blackjack table, but Reggie made no move towards him. This hunt wasn't a sprint, it was a marathon. He meant to be alive at the end of it.
The cambion demon he'd contacted the day before was possessing a female dealer at one of the craps table. She paid no attention to him, though he knew she could sense his presence. He hadn't used her before, but she'd been recommended as someone who knew how to wind a man up.
Dean Winchester was ripe for some winding.