Dean turned around abruptly, his hands still on the lock pick that was stuck in your front door.
“Y/N… Hi. I uh, you’re home.” He breathed out a forced laugh and pulled the pick from your door and straightened up, turning to you with a sheepish look on his face.
You crossed your arms over your chest and set back on your heel, putting your full weight on one leg. He looked good; no visible scratches or bullet wounds anyway. It had been a long time since you’d seen him, almost a year, and if he was here monsters where here….or something worse.
“Long time no see, huh? You look good, no, you look great.”
“Cut the crap, Dean.” You replied, forcing the smile off of your face at his compliment. “What are you doing here, and why are you breaking in to my house?”
When you look into my eyes And you see the crazy gypsy in my soul It always comes as a surprise When I feel my withered roots begin to grow Well I never had a place that I could call my very own That’s all right, my love, ‘cause you’re my home
When you touch my weary head And you tell me everything will be all right You say, “Use my body for your bed And my love will keep you warm throughout the night” Well I’ll never be a stranger and I’ll never be alone Whenever we’re together, that’s my home
Well I never had a place that I could call my very own That’s all right, my love, 'cause you’re my home
If I travel all my life And I never get to stop and settle down Long as I have you by my side There’s a roof above and good walls all around You’re my castle, you’re my cabin and my instant pleasure dome I need you in my house 'cause you’re my home. You’re my home.