No, okay- that's not entirely true so much as it is. Completely. Dean is always happy to eat, and not for weird stupid unconscious reasons like being deprived as a child, but just becuase he likes to eat (or so he'd like to believe). It's really that simple, and at the end of the day, there's no sense hiding the fact that he's kind of hungry right now. And he hasn't eaten in what feels like a millenia (forty years is totally the same thing, right?), which might exactly be why the smell from the lower floors wafts up and hits him like a punch to the gut. For a few minutes he manages to resist, tells himself it's no business of his, that food here isn't meant for him to eat, but fuck it all if he gives in eventually and begins to follow his nose.
Leading himself down the line of stairs, Dean perks up as the smell grows stronger, tipping his head around corners and trying not to be sneaky so much as he's mighty suspicious of a whole lotta things. But even Dean can't be suspicious when he comes upon a kitchen with a teenager busying himself inside of it, cooking who knows what kind of meat. Dean doesn't care, and he stands there for a good few seconds, head tilted as he moves in closer, intending on speaking up to the kid about what's on the menu.
Not that he was invited.
But a glance downwards has the weird tiny dinosaur thing peering up at him and Dean swears before he means to because this is Dean after all. "The fuck-" He takes another step backwards and then manages a leery sound of amusement, keeping his careful distance and looking on suspiciously. "I'm gonna take a wild guess here and say that Godzilla Junior's yours."
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No, okay- that's not entirely true so much as it is. Completely. Dean is always happy to eat, and not for weird stupid unconscious reasons like being deprived as a child, but just becuase he likes to eat (or so he'd like to believe). It's really that simple, and at the end of the day, there's no sense hiding the fact that he's kind of hungry right now. And he hasn't eaten in what feels like a millenia (forty years is totally the same thing, right?), which might exactly be why the smell from the lower floors wafts up and hits him like a punch to the gut. For a few minutes he manages to resist, tells himself it's no business of his, that food here isn't meant for him to eat, but fuck it all if he gives in eventually and begins to follow his nose.
Leading himself down the line of stairs, Dean perks up as the smell grows stronger, tipping his head around corners and trying not to be sneaky so much as he's mighty suspicious of a whole lotta things. But even Dean can't be suspicious when he comes upon a kitchen with a teenager busying himself inside of it, cooking who knows what kind of meat. Dean doesn't care, and he stands there for a good few seconds, head tilted as he moves in closer, intending on speaking up to the kid about what's on the menu.
Not that he was invited.
But a glance downwards has the weird tiny dinosaur thing peering up at him and Dean swears before he means to because this is Dean after all. "The fuck-" He takes another step backwards and then manages a leery sound of amusement, keeping his careful distance and looking on suspiciously. "I'm gonna take a wild guess here and say that Godzilla Junior's yours."