Dean went for the front door, glad to see Justin on the other side of it. "Come on in mate, you've perfect timing. Lunch is all set." He stepped back to let Justin in and closed the door behind him. "Anything in particular you'd like to drink?"
Justin was looking better, Dean thought, at least as well as could be expected. He wasn't as low as he'd been the last time he'd been over and that was a definite plus. Dean would have to see further, once they actually got to talking. He went for the fridge, tugging it open to see what what inside to offer. Soft drinks, butter beer, pumpkin juice, a couple beers... What's you pleasure," he asked the question before he thought about phrasing it differently.