Dean Winchester & Moira Rose
She didn't slap him, or scowl after the move, so he hadn't fucked up. "Tantalizing, huh? Can't say I feel the same, but I guess it could always be worse." Dean shrugged and took a long swig from his beer. "I mean, there's plenty of food that I didn't make myself, so that's a plus."
His fingers tapped against the neck of the glass bottle and he started tearing at the paper wrapper. "So... tell me about yourself, I guess?"