That smile, however upside down it was, drew out his own, as he walked through the door. This was how it was supposed to be. Walk through the front door after a hard day, to be greeted with a smile. That was how normal people did it, wasn't it? Or maybe that was just in the movies. He did like those, every now and then.
"Courtesy of your friendly neighborhood delivery man." Dean held up the gallon of ice cream, and a few DVDs. He hadn't paid attention to the titles. Just grabbed up what looked the worst. The most obscure.