"Well the beer isn't here trying to kick my ass," he returned grinning at her. "I'm not concerned. I'm capable. Fred from a few doors down…now he might be worried." And he wasn't worried or concerned. There was nothing about Jo that came off as a threat. In fact she felt more like an old friend than anything else.
Dean's eyes watched her as she moved inside his apartment. He was a guy after all. They noticed things like that. It was in their nature. "Thanks," he replied as he followed her into the kitchen. At least she looked like she was over eighteen. He probably should have asked her about that first. He watched as she just helped herself to putting the beer in the fridge. She certainly wasn't like most girls. "I've already had a cold beer," Dean teased, lifting his beer to her.
"Shaun of the Dead. I love that movie. Turned off my Xbox and it was on so I left it on." That was more or less how Dean's days and nights went. Some days he was at work well into the night. It depended upon what was scheduled at the garage. Dean didn't follow much television. Most didn't appeal to him. However he made exceptions for The Walking Dead, Falling Skies, Game of Thrones and things like those. If he wasn't watching something on television he was playing his xbox. Killing things was way more fun than watching tv.