"Come on," he said and put his jacket back on that he had laying about on a chair before grabbing the bag that Faith was carrying. He pulled Emily along with his other hand, reaching down and clasping his hand in hers. "I'll call you later, Faith," Dean told her and looked back at Emily.
Faith walked them out to the sidewalk and he gave her another look before wrapping his arm over Emily's shoulder. A few blocks later and he was pulling out his key and letting them inside of his apartment. Once he closed the door, he dropped the bag and watched her. Looked like she was wanting to do something and Dean eyed the kitchen before looking at her again.
"Yeah, uh," he started and locked the four deadbolts that were on his door. "They aren't gonna get us. This place, this whole place? Is like our cave. Pretty cool huh?" He tried and walked over to the kitchen, guarding it in a way so she couldn't get past him.
Yeah, he really didn't want her messing with his food and forks and well, let's just say, if it's in the kitchen, it's supposed to be there.