"I'll keep you out of trouble until your brain is back," Kevin promised. "I'm pretty sure mine's working well enough for two at the moment."
He made sure the car was locked before heading up the path to the house. He was hungry too, and eager to get inside to cook. But when he stuck the key in the door, he found it already unlocked. That wasn't good. Had he left it like that? No, he remembered locking it. That had to mean someone else was inside.
Raising a finger to his lips, he gave Dean a significant look and put one hand in his pocket for his wand, the other holding the keys in a way that he could stab with them if needed - he forgot who had told him about that trick, but holding them that way had made him feel better (safer) on a few occasions. Even if he'd never actually stabbed anyone with a key. He hoped he wouldn't have to do it now.
He held his breath for a moment before turning on the light, ready for anything.