[Dean completely ignores the wince; he's looked worse, he knows, and he doesn't want to talk about it. It'll pass. It always does, whether he wants it to or not, and this is no different in that regard.
What he is willing to talk about, though, is hunting and evil bastards, and this shifts his mood almost tangibly. The personal standard of wariness and distrust evaporates, and what might be a much more familiar tone starts to come out as he falls into business mode takes over instead. He pushes off the ladder and begins towards the table and the food there, settling heavily on the bench and looking over the offering between glances at Stiles.]
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What he is willing to talk about, though, is hunting and evil bastards, and this shifts his mood almost tangibly. The personal standard of wariness and distrust evaporates, and what might be a much more familiar tone starts to come out as he falls into business mode takes over instead. He pushes off the ladder and begins towards the table and the food there, settling heavily on the bench and looking over the offering between glances at Stiles.]
What've you done so far?