Dean/Chase
Dean had just gotten done giving one of his supers a Talking To, seeing as how they'd attempted to start a food fight at breakfast that morning. He'd not been on site, having had a dentist appointment, and it severely ticked him off that one of his charges was acting like a goddamn asshat when he wasn't around. He looked stern, his jaw set as he headed down the hallway only to smack directly into Chase outside the door to Onslaught's room.
The much smaller man damn near bounced off Dean's chest and he furrowed his brow at him, blinking as he arched a brow at him, not yet affected by the bomb, though he would be momentarily.