Upon the touching of hands, Dean looked to her with that charming smile of his but what he saw made him almost jerk his hand back.
There was fire. A fire unlike any he had seen before. It wasn't hell fire-ish. It was more like it was ... living. He feverishly blinked his eyes and then it was gone.
He swallowed, "No, no, not new," he gathered himself quickly. "Been here a few months. See a few new people like you about. Let me guess, the City provided you a place to stay with all your fixings?" Stupid City didn't do that for him. But then honestly, his car was the only true place he called home. Him or Sam for that matter. Though Sam did have a place once with Jessica. Dean, well just the Impala.