Dean grunted as he pushed open the door. He wasn't drunk; it'd take more than what he'd had in the bar, and he'd done good in avoiding picking up something on the way home. He was not happy, not even close.
"That son of a bitch." Yes, that was how he was going to greet the woman he loved. He could smell the Chinese food, so he knew she was home already. He slid out of his jacket, and kicked his boots off by the door before grumping his way into the kitchen.
"That son of a bitch turned one of my friends. I don't think we can even save him - don't think the shit I know for most vampires will work on this kid. It's fucking bullshit." He was hurting, yes, he was, but that didn't mean he'd keep on this particular vein for long.
Once he saw Dinah, Dean stepped up to her, pulled her close, and kissed her, reminding her that while he might be in a bad mood, he still loved her. Also he could be something of a horny little bastard. He didn't let her go once the kiss was broken.
"Started without me?" He licked his lips, tasting some of the nibbles she'd had.