[ He recognizes the man, speaks when spoken to because while Dean can be an asshole, he usually isn't unless someone (or thing, monsters, demons, Sam) gives him a reason to be. So he chats, talks to people he passes by, though he is indeed protective of that little stuffed impala, and when he's approached he turns just a fraction, keeping it safely under his jacket, a little lump of stuffed cotton.
Just in case. ]
Hey, man. [ He flashes an easy smile, reaching for some basil too because why not, he likes a good pesto. ] I'm always down for a good meal. You cook a lot?
[ Dean sure does these days now that he's had access to a real kitchen. ]
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Just in case. ]
Hey, man. [ He flashes an easy smile, reaching for some basil too because why not, he likes a good pesto. ] I'm always down for a good meal. You cook a lot?
[ Dean sure does these days now that he's had access to a real kitchen. ]