Re: Dean/Chase
He blinked. "...Am I high right now? Like illegally high? Am I high on marijuana right now?" His eyes narrowed and he looked at his companion, giving him a side eye. Dean- it was plain to see - had never been high before.
Upon entering the mess hall, he used his keycard to get into the kitchen and began rummaging. "I worked KP all the damn time in the corps," he said, obviously meaning marine, not ghost. "I'm not half bad in the kitchen, it so happens. The ladies never complain, anyway." He smirked, probably having just shared more personal information in thirty seconds than he had the past five years.