Dean: *pulls up into a driveway next to a white house. His expression serious and emotionless as he turns off Baby and gets out of her. Looking around people are walking down the sidewalks, kids are playing, cars are carefully driving by. Life is the word he thinks as he goes over to the house and up the wooden porch and inside the empty house. Furniture covered by white sheets walls a white/baby blue color. The kitchen a dark purple color from what he saw. He cringes at the place but sighs* 'no turning back, now' *he walked around the place, seeing where everything is. A staircase leading upstairs but he doesn't feel like going up yet. The place is a good size. Not too large or too small. A good 2 story place. Lost in thought he didn't hear a quiet knock much less the floors creaking tell someone set their hand on his shoulder did he jumped and pulled out a knife*

?: whoa whoa whoa! *her hands raising in the air* easy I didn't mean to startle you... *her heart hammering in her chest*

Dean: Jesus *pulls down the knife* don't scare me like that. I could've killed you *using his big brother voice*

?: I see that and again I'm so sorry. I saw you pulled up and I thought I come over and say hi

Dean: pulled up?

?: *nods* I live next to you, I'm Candace *holds out her hand*

Dean: *looks at her and her hand before shaking it* Dean

Candace: *smiles lightly* Dean

Dean: *he looked at her and for a while. She was beautiful. Sure he says that a lot but she was different. A beautiful black woman with green/blue eyes. She was gorgeous and his heart tightens as a certain man with blue eyes comes to his vision and soon pulls his hand away* well think you for the scare, Candace

Candace: again, I'm sorry about that...umm...how would you like to come over? For a house welcoming party? I can invite the neighborhood and we all can chat and party a bit

Dean: as much as I want to I'm not really a people person

Candace: well...it can be just us then...if you want

Dean: *looks around before at her* I have nothing better to do so sure

Candace: great! See you at 8?

Dean: sounds like a date

Candace: *chuckles* see ya Dean *walking out*

Dean: see ya *sits on the couch and sighs* you still got it