He wasn't much for fashion. He showed up to their agreed meeting place in a white t-shirt and jeans, essentially no different than what he normally wore, but he found himself feeling restless from the wretched dreams he'd had the night before. He was tired and trying not to look it as he waited, leaning against a concrete light pole, his arms crossed over his chest. He yawned slightly, and nodded in recognition when he saw her. Goddamn was she pretty. He smiled slightly as she came closer and Dean waved, coughing slightly before his hands dipped into his pockets - making him look shy.