[b][i]If Quincy had looked at Dean's eyes, he might have noticed that one was a solid sphere of marble, not a really eye. His grip was firm as well, the fingerless gloves he wore felt as he shook Quincy's hand. It wasn't a death grip, but one someone showing respect would have[/i][/b] "Hey, you know if there's a bar or anything around here? God knows I could use a drink."