[Dean doesn't notice Stiles' reaction to him, turned mostly away and apparently intent on snooping around, although he doesn't touch anything. There isn't any intent in it, but instead something rather like a feral animal of some kind finding itself inside a house, confident enough not to run, but not comfortable enough to stay.
Dean isn't someone who belongs in other peoples' comfortable, safe homes anymore.]
You really should've thought about this before agreeing to assign me there. Your food is in my hands. Literally and figuratively.
[It's something a little more like his old humor, although still more the framework than any actual substance; it's true, though, that Dean has always been extremely practical where food is concerned. Everyone needs it to survive and while he loved it as a luxury before, now he values it, too, and has done since his arrival.
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[Dean doesn't notice Stiles' reaction to him, turned mostly away and apparently intent on snooping around, although he doesn't touch anything. There isn't any intent in it, but instead something rather like a feral animal of some kind finding itself inside a house, confident enough not to run, but not comfortable enough to stay.
Dean isn't someone who belongs in other peoples' comfortable, safe homes anymore.]
You really should've thought about this before agreeing to assign me there. Your food is in my hands. Literally and figuratively.
[It's something a little more like his old humor, although still more the framework than any actual substance; it's true, though, that Dean has always been extremely practical where food is concerned. Everyone needs it to survive and while he loved it as a luxury before, now he values it, too, and has done since his arrival.
Food and, of course, indoor plumbing.]