It wasn't evil or bad that he wanted his brother to be happy. Just as it wasn't so selfish that he wanted to be happy as well. Buying the house had been a move to tell Cordelia that he wasn't going to go anywhere. He didn't have that fear that she would have turn him away just because of what he did in his life. She had dealt with worse apparently. He just didn't want to make that any worse with his constant habit of jumping ship. Even if he was contractually tied to staying in Cleveland there was still a chance. A very, very slim chance but a chance nevertheless. He doubted he'd be able to leave without his brother anyway and he doubted his brother would want to leave unless against his will.

His brow furrowed when his brother stared at him, borderline 'What are you even thinking' but it didn't matter. Dean seemed more at his element in the place than he would have if he was in some new, state-of-the-art house of the 20th century. He was pretty sure if he was in one of those houses he would be clawing at the walls and whining like a pitiful dog. He rubbed his hands together, moving through the house like the breaking light bulbs did nothing for him. And they didn't. He had already fallen into a pattern when it came to the spirits. The ghosts of the children that had been murdered in the house just liked to push the buttons of the people who came through the doors.

"Tell me why again you're living in a haunted house?" Dean shrugged as he leaned back against the counter, drinking his water. He barely even jumped when the light bulb nearest to him exploded and the giggling went wild. "Because...it's an adventure. I'm still looking for the remains but apparently they're in unmarked graves somewhere in the neighborhood." It wasn't so much as a job as a thing to do when he was bored. "And I doubt my neighbor's are gonna be letting me dig up their yards anytime soon. Especially the bitch next door. Dude, I think she's spying on me. Every time I go out she is just staring."

All and all, Dean was amused by the place as he folded his arms in front of his chest. A lazy grin on his face before running his hand down his face. "Minus the exploding lights and giggling, it's a nice place. I texted Cordy the day I moved in but she hasn't come over yet." He surprised himself when he told himself no flirting ( even though he did still flirt ) and no more taking girls to his place or vice versa. Regardless that he doubted any woman other than Cordelia would have stayed in the haunted house that he was beginning to call home. Dean nodded over to the bottle of beer he'd pulled out for his little brother, smirking over to his little brother.

At least he looked like he was doing alright by himself.