So...I've been busy and I knocked this out last night in a fit of creative energy (I ate a bag of skittles and got hyper). Sorry for the wait. I swear I haven't forgotten about this or my other stories.
Turns out saving up the money for a cash based property in Kauai with decent acreage takes over three months to save up for; he's not gonna wait three months. It'll increase his chance of getting caught if he waits that long. Dean ended up dipping back into his emergency alias Roman Cahill, he managed to pay back all the money he took from the alias when he first went to Hawaii, and now it looks like he has to dip into it again. He'll have to physically go into the bank to do it. That'll leave him with a short amount of time before Steve and the others show up.
Damn Chin Ho Kelly for being a tech whiz. Or Sam. Or both. He wouldn't put it passed Sam to team up with Chin to track him down.
He also figures he'll have to clean out his bank account in Oahu, he left his money there, too afraid Steve would be able to find him that much faster if he dipped into when he made his great escape, that plus Roman Cahill's account should give him at least a year of unbotheredness. That a word? Whatever. He's making it one. At least in this instance it's a word.
Or maybe even half a year of unbotheredness while he uses the other half as travel expenses for when he eventually goes hunting again. He's learned he can't just leave behind a life he's known since he was four, it does not work, and he really wants to make a life like Bobby has in Sioux Falls.
He just needs to figure out where he's going to live where he makes a life that straddles both lines perfectly. It won't be Hawaii, he knows that much, but for now Hawaii is all he's got at the moment. It's the only safe haven he knows, and that's saying something. Dean doesn't know what its saying exactly, but it's something quite possibly important. For now though, Dean's quite happy to ignore the possibly important thing until he settles down for a bit before delving into that particular minefield.
He doesn't know what could blow up in his face and he'd rather do that when has a bolt hole that guarenteed privacy.
There doesn't need to be any witnesses to see him cry like a little girl, Steve and the others have already seen him crying like a hormonal pregnant woman, and there is no need to add anyone else to that list. He just barely reclaimed his masculinity. He really does not want to lose something he just regained, and not so soon afterwards either.
Dean banged his head against Baby's steering wheel in exasperation. He really needs to learn how to shut his mind up without bodily harm to himself, and now he needs to go to the nearest gas station to purchase some pain medication. Which reminds him, he needs to start making a list of things he'll be needing for his future place on Kaui, and that he needs to actually look up the island to learn it's topography and its history.
This time around he's going to have escape routes he could easily maneuver around Steve and the others should they find him. He's holding out for the best that they won't find him. His luck can't possibly be that bad.
Dean knocked on wood.
Call him superstitious, but Dean is not leaving that up to chance. His past bad luck doesn't need any help finding him and reminding him he's its bitch. Nope. No help from him.
He better find some salt to throw of his shoulder as insurance. Table salt, that is. He's not wasting rock salt for superstition.
ALK
Dean is never, never flying again. Nope. He's either driving or he's flat out not going. Someone else can handle hunts that require flying to get to their destination because this hunter will be forever landlocked after he leaves Hawaii for the second time, and no amount of pleading and/or conjoling will make him get on a plane. Not even the promise of pie and strippers.
Caleb already tried that on him, though he thinks that has more to do with getting a bead on him than actually needing his help.
Man, his dad must be putting the fear of Winchester in their friends and fellow hunters for Caleb to try and trick him into revealing his location. Dean does get why Caleb tried, though, he does. A pissed off John Winchester is not something to be taken lightly, and when it's a subordinate taking off like Dean did, no wonder the hunters are rallying behind his dad in his attempts to find him. Luckily, luck has been on his side for once.
Dean has no doubts his dad will find him eventually. John Winchester is a master tracker. He'll find Dean when he's fed up with Dean's attitude and childishness.
He is not looking forward to the tongue lashing his dad will undoubtedly give him.
Thank the Fates his dad is not there yet. He's probably smirking that smug smile of his as he watches Dean flounder around pretending he knows how to hide from the great John Winchester. Yeah, that's probably what his dad's doing, while he's twirling his mustache and petting a fluffy white cat.
Come on, Dean!
Shaking his head, Dean pulled up Kaui's listing website and typed in his budget to see what popped up in his search. There's a few possible properties that look promising, turn-key ready and willing to take cash with no questions asked. Just Dean's kind of people.
With the money in his Oahu bank account combined with the Roman Cahill money, Dean could rent the place for the next 6 months. He's hoping he won't need to stay there that long.
Until then, he has some hunting to do. There's a shapeshifter in New Mexico calling his name. He has a score to settle with shapeshifters, his pride took a beating last year with Five-0's first ever creature of myth and legend, and he would like to payback the favor. This shapeshifter will get the beating of it's life before Dean kills it, after getting information about any other shifters in the area.
Always got to prioritize civilians first. Pride and ego second.
At least that's what his dad would say. Okay, has been saying but Dean hasn't really listened to that until now.
Then again, his dad often stayed behind to make sure the people he saved knew it was him but leaving before the cops show up to question him. Hell, his dad gave out one of his dead drop addresses for the people he saved so they could send him thank you gifts. Most of the time it was money they sent, an occasional basket of non-perishable goodies, and one time, someone sent his dad enough ammo for them to last through an apocalpse.
It saved them some money for the next couple of months.
Dad even took him and Sam to an amusement park with the extra money they saved. Dean still has some pictures from that day.
A thought popped into his head that had Dean pulling out a sheaf of paper and started writing a letter to Steve . . . and Danny, too. Seperate, of course. He needs to explain himself to Danny for his actions in Oahu, to explain that he didn't mean to lead the older man on, and that he wasn't having a laugh at his expense. And he'll beg for him not to tell Steve.
The last part being the most important.
With him leaving like he did, Steve will most likely hit him for toying with Danny like that, and Dean wouldn't stop him because he'd deserve it. Dean really likes Danny. He does.
Dean wrote quick letters to Steve and Danny and dropped them off at a letter box on his way out of town. He left a little gift for them as well at the hotel he just checked out of. Once they got the letters he just dropped off, they'll make a beeline to the hotel to see if they could get any clues as to where he might possibly be going. Good luck to them!
Snorting to himself, Dean aimed the Impala towards New Mexico.
ALK
Dean landed with a grunt. His chest felt like it was on fire and he couldn't quite get his breath back. Someone chuckling darkly came from his left, on the side he's having a hard time seeing out of at the moment. He took a few blows to the face from the shapeshifting bastard when he snuck up on Dean while Dean had been hunting for the asshole, and Dean might have a few bruises in and around some sensitive areas that he won't be mentioning to anyone.
The shapeshifter fired Dean's own shotgun of rocksalt at him that had Dean dodging away from the blast. The shot hit the building wall behind him, spraying him with mortar and woodchips. Stupid industrial architecture.
Who buys a house that has exposed beams and brick? On the inside? Dumbasses, that's who.
On the plus side, there's a lot of iron that he can use to slow the fucker down. No silver though. Bastards. You got all this pretentious shit just lying around with appliances and furniture that's hard to pronounce or even try to write it down to find out what the hell it is later, and some useless shit that Dean can now see is merely decorative crap to "bring the room together".
No fucking silver in sight.
Dean lost his silver knife embarrassingly early on. Like as soon as Dean entered the apartment early. If his dad was here, he'd make Dean do PT for a year, and he'd make Dean do all the research and carry all their crap on hunts. He'd also make Dean make them new fake IDs at fucking Kinko's. Dean hates Kinko's with a fiery passion.
Well, he'd make Dean do all that after he quit laughing his ass off.
Dean used his momentum from his roll so he sprang up to his feet and he ran towards the hallway leading to the front door. In hindsight, Dean should have ran towards the balcony doors. That way he wouldn't have run straight into the shapeshifter who had been going to barricade the door to keep Dean from escaping that way, and he wouldn't have got kneed in the groin on the way down to the ground. But he at least he managed to slam his elbow in the 'shifter's ribcage.
Dean definitely heard a crack on the way down.
He prayed like hell he wasn't on the receiving end of the crack.
The shapeshifter howled in agony and shoved Dean off of it. They scrambled up to their feet and ran to opposite ends of the apartment to nurse their wounds and to regroup. It would be hilarious on any other day.
Dean would be laughing his ass off if he ever saw this in person, and if he wasn't the one being acting like a rookie on his first hunt, Dean would be actively enjoying this. Quite a bit actually.
He now officially lost sight in his left eye. Great. He's fighting handicapped with a strong as hell shapeshifter, who has his shotgun, one of his escape routes blocked from him, and who is now most likely guarding the balcony door. Dean knew he should have memorized the layout of the building before he went in. His dad is so going to kick his ass when he finds out.
The spirits are gonna tell on him. He knows it deep in his bones. They'll rat on him and it'll force his dad to come after him for real instead of the lazy shit he's been doing.
Hunting with one functioning eye is not fun nor is it recommended for the faint of heart.
A sound to his left had Dean pivoting so fast he actually spun in a circle. Blushing hotly, Dean prayed the 'shifter didn't see that particularly embarrassing move, but then again, he kind of hopes it did because the sound of it laughing its stolen ass off would give away its position allowing Dean to run in the other direction until he's found a suitable weapon to kill it. Or something to slow it down until Dean can escape. He's not really picky at the moment.
"Hey, there, pretty," the 'shifter masquerading as Ronald Grint whispered in his ear, on his fucking left side.
Dean let out the most unmanly yelp ever recorded in the history of manliness.
The 'shifter stared at him, taken aback, and then snorted in delight, actually doubled over laughing when it couldn't contain its amusement. Dean stared at it in consternation and indignation. It's not that funny! It's not. It is most certainly not that funny and this asshole is actually on its knees and holding its stomach.
Dean brought his knee up, slamming it into the 'shifter's nose, grinning when he heard its nose break. He kicked the 'shifter in its stomach and grappled for the gun. Dean tripped over the 'shifter and crashed into the concrete floor with an almighty smack that even made the 'shifter wince in sympathy. He cried out in pain and kicked the 'shifter weakly in retaliation.
Dean and the 'shifter lay side by side panting and wincing with each breath. The 'shifter wrapped its hand around Dean's ankle and squeezed feebly in an attempt to hurt Dean back. Dean slapped its hand away.
"Stoooop," Dean whined.
"Noooo," the 'shifter whined back. It slid its hand under Dean's pant's leg and scratched Dean with its long ass nails.
"Ow! You asshole," Dean pulled its hair.
The 'shifter yelped and batted Dean's hand away from its raven black hair. It slapped Dean in the upper thigh, aiming for Dean's groin but missing by just a hair, and Dean is grateful for that.
Dean smacked the 'shifter in its face.
It was the most pathetic fight Dean's ever been in. Ever.
"Truce!" the 'shifter shouted, well, rasped wetly.
Dean huffed and slapped the 'shifter on the head to make a point before gasping out, "Alright, fine, but we are never telling anyone about this, you hear me? If you tell, I'm back after your ass and next time I won't be so spazzy and lose my knife early on."
The 'shifter huffed but nodded its head against Dean's shoulder. He has no idea when the 'shifter moved its head so it was right next to Dean but he was too exhausted and hurt to do anything about it. He nudged it with his shoulder, earning a whine of protest from the 'shifter but it obliged and looked up at him with its stolen blue eyes.
"I'm going to go to sleep right now. Don't do anything," he warned it. The 'shifter nodded before nuzzling Dean's shoulder and falling asleep. Dean snorted but quickly followed suit.
When Dean woke up the next morning, the 'shifter was still snuggled up to Dean's side, its arms and legs wrapped tightly entangled with Dean's. He groaned and feebly tried to shove the 'shifter away from him. The only thing it accomplished was have the 'shifter tighten its grip. The 'shifter rocked its hips against Dean, letting Dean know it has morning wood, and that Dean's body is a filthy traitor by responding in kind.
The 'shifter's hips started to find a rhythm that had it panting in no time. Its knee rubbing against knees groin, working Dean to full hardness.
"Son of a bitch," Dean moaned before pulling the 'shifter on top of him and mumbled to himself, "This is so wrong but I really don't fucking care."
The 'shifter grunted before waking up fully, its stolen blue eyes widening before turning dark with lust as it rocked its hips a little more incessantly, almost desperately against Dean. It whined as it buried its face in Dean's neck, panting as it chased completion. Dean grabbed its ass and ground up against the 'shifter, moaning loudly when the 'shifter slid its hands under Dean's shirt and tweaked and teased his right nipple into hardness.
Dean brought his legs up to wrap around the 'shifter's waist.
"Harder," Dean gasped and the 'shifter let out disbelieving groan and did as told.
He was so close. He needed something. Anything.
The 'shifter must have sensed this. It started sucking and licking on Dean's neck, nipping every now and then. Dean grabbed onto the 'shifter's raven hair and pulled it up for a kiss. The 'shifter moaned and sucked on Dean's tongue with fevered desperation, its hips rocking hard against Dean's. It slid its hands under Dean's ass to lift him up so it could grind harder into Dean.
Dean pulled his mouth away to gasp for breath, his hands still entangled in the 'shifter's hair. The 'shifter turned its attention back to Dean's neck, sucking a mark on his collar bone. Heat started to pool in Dean's belly. He is so close. The 'shifter bit Dean on the shoulder, just above the mark it sucked on Dean's collar bone.
That was what Dean needed. His hands tightened their grip in the 'shifter's raven hair as his orgasm crashed into him, spilling into his underwear like a damn teenager. The 'shifter watched him with an intensity that sent another spike of heat through Dean's body, and he clenched his thighs around the 'shifter, encouraging it to use his body. The 'shifter dropped its head next to Dean, its breath ghosting over Dean's neck, sending shivers of pleasure up and down Dean's spine as it panted in pleasure.
Dean turned his head so he could capture the 'shifter's lips again for another kiss. The 'shifter moaned into Dean's mouth as its hips lost all rhythm, rolling and grinding against Dean chasing its own completion.
"Come on," Dean urged the creature. "Come for me, baby."
The 'shifter's eyes flared at Dean's words, changing from blue to green to brown to an almost golden color. Dean felt another spike of arousal shoot through him.
He reached up and tenderly caressed the 'shifter's cheek.
"You got beautiful eyes," Dean whispered softly, surprised at his admission.
The 'shifter gave a cry and came, burying its face into Dean's chest, its hips still rocking against Dean as it rode out the waves of pleasure crashing through it. It turned its head so it could kiss Dean, pulling away enough so it could gasp before crashing its lips against Dean's, nipping at Dean's lower lip before soothing it by rubbing its tongue over the tender area.
Dean slip his hands into the 'shifter's hair, tugging it enough for the 'shifter to moan and suck harder on Dean's tongue.
They pulled back and rested their foreheads together as they struggled to get their breath back. The 'shifter nuzzled Dean's jaw and pressed a chaste kiss on Dean's lips. It remained laying on top of Dean, seemingly not wanting to move, as if afraid to break the spell that settled over them, and Dean can't really blame it. He didn't want to break the spell either.
"What's your real name?" Dean asked in a soft voice after a minute of companionable silence.
The 'shifter ducked its head, hiding its face in the crook of Dean's neck.
"Daniel," it whispered into Dean's neck. "My name is Daniel."
Dean hummed and slid his arms around the 'shifter's - Daniel's - neck. He bumped his nose against Daniel's and grinned when Daniel blushed and ducked its - his - head again. Daniel settled his body a little more securely against Dean.
Time passed and neither Dean nor the 'shifter named Daniel moved. Dean ignored the stickiness, now incredibly tacky, feeling in his pants. He really needs to shower and change his underwear soon. The cum dried and is pulling against his pubic hair with every shift of his body, and judging by Daniel's winces every now and then is telling him he's experiencing the same thing as Dean.
"How's your nose and ribs?" Dean asked.
Daniel shrugged ducked his head bashfully. "They're okay," he mumbled. "Already healed."
"Now that is just not fair," Dean complained. "Do I have blood all over my face?"
Daniel nodded.
"Damn. Shower?"
Daniel lifted his head up enough so he could stare at Dean in disbelief. He peered into Dean's eyes to see if he was joking but Dean meant it. He'd really like to shower, and not alone. Showering is always more fun with someone to wash him instead of Dean doing it himself.
The 'shifter nodded his head hesitantly. Dean gently shoved Daniel off of him and held his hand out for the (at the moment) brunet to grab, and Dean hoisted him to his feet. He kept a hold of the 'shifter's hand and lead him back to the top of the line bathroom that had all the bells and whistles of money well wasted. At least the shower seemed promising. It had a rainfall shower head and that is always a plus in Dean's book.
Daniel seemed shy and watched Dean undress with hungry eyes. Dean smiled and grabbed one of Daniel's belt loops to pull him close. A blush worked its way down Daniel's face and disappeared under Daniel's blue cardigan, and Dean was delighted to see it continued all the way down to his chest when Dean divested him of it and the white undershirt.
Dean leaned forward and licked a stripe down the 'shifter's chest before moving to suck on one of Daniel's dusty nipples, teasing it to harden. Daniel gasped and collapsed against the bathroom wall at the sensation, unused to such a feeling. His stolen blue eyes darkened with lust and wonder.
"Again," Daniel begged quietly.
Dean complied and sucked on the other nipple, his right hand playing with the other, making Daniel gasp and arc underneath Dean's hands. Dean's beginning to think he might have just slept with a goddamn virgin.
"More, please."
Dean slid down to his knees and started unbuttoning Daniel's slacks, Ronald Grint must be a nerd extraordinaire to wear this shit, and nuzzled Daniel's crotch. Grinning when Daniel's legs buckled from the sensation of Dean being so close to an area that he suspects Daniel's only touched out of necessity. Poor virgin shapeshifter.
He pressed his arm against Daniel's legs to keep him upright and mouthed Daniel's erection to full hardness. Daniel let out a breathy groan and gripped Dean's hair in lieu of anything else to do, he rocked instinctively against Dean's ministrations, a litany of "please" and "mores" falling out of his lips at an alarming speed.
Dean decided he played with the 'shifter long enough and pulled Daniel's underwear down enough to free Daniel's poor, trapped cock. He quirked an eyebrow at the size but shrugged eternally. He looked up into Daniel's lust blown eyes and slowly slid the head of Daniel's cock into his mouth, maintaining eye contact, and that was all it took for Daniel to come.
It was a little sudden but not too unexpected. Dean quickly swallowed Daniel's release, easing up when Daniel whined in discomfort, oversensitive.
Daniel let out a shaky breath and slid down the wall, wincing slightly when his bare bottom hit the cold tile of the bathroom floor. He reached out and pulled Dean into for a kiss, moaning at the taste of himself in Dean's mouth, his hands undoing Dean's buckle and unbuttoned Dean's jeans so he could jerk Dean off.
Dean sighed and pulled away so he could suck a hickey on Daniel's neck, rocking his hips into Daniel's hand. It took only a few strokes before Dean was coming embarrassingly fast.
A loud drawn out groan had Daniel whimpering at the sound and sought Dean's lips for a kiss when he felt Dean spill all over his hand. He continued stroking Dean until Dean batted his hand away weakly. Daniel slid his hand up Dean's waist while he brought the other covered in cum and tasted it in curiosity. Dean watched him with wide eyes, the green a sliver ring around his blown pupil.
"Taste good?" Dean asked as a joke.
Daniel licked his hand clean and nodded at Dean, blushing when Dean laughed incredulously.
"Very good," Daniel complimented and pushed Dean back so he was lying flat. He pulled Dean's jeans down to his ankles, hindered by the fact Dean's combat boots were still on, and licked Dean's cock clean.
Dean twitched and hissed but didn't stop Daniel as the brunet worked him back to hardness. He kept going until Dean came down the other man's throat, Daniel moaned at the taste and jerked himself off.
"We're really gonna have to shower now," Dean said in a breathy voice. Daniel hummed in agreement and snuggled against Dean on the bathroom floor.
Dean brought his hand up and caressed Daniel's sweaty back while his other carded through Daniel's raven black hair. Daniel leaned into the touch like a cat, turning his head so he could kiss Dean's palm before shifting so he could nuzzle Dean's neck. He seems to favor that area. Daniel kissed Dean's neck and curled into Dean's side, wrapping his arms around Dean's torso, content to lay in Dean's embrace.
Dean allowed a few minutes reprieve so they could catch their breath and regain some strength in their noodle-like legs. He chivied Daniel into getting up and out of his soiled clothes.
The shapeshifter became self-conscious when he caught Dean staring at him, he crossed his arms to cover his chest and turned his body away, as if ashamed of how he looked. Dean couldn't have that because Ronald Grint has a runner's build, his favorite kind of body type. He crowded the 'shifter against the wall and ducked his head to capture Daniel's lips into a kiss, running his hands up and down Daniel's flank and sides, gripping the other man's ass and grinding against him.
Daniel let out a gasp and whimpered against Dean's lips.
"Can I see you?" Dean asked. "The real you."
Daniel shuddered and shook his head. "I don't remember what I look like."
Dean hummed thoughtfully. He kicked off his shoes and took off his jeans, wrapping his arms around Daniel's waist, leading the brunet into the shower. Daniel wrapped his arms around Dean's neck, trusting Dean to take care of him, and Dean felt that trust weigh heavy on his shoulders. How can he tell the young 'shifter that he might have to kill him after their shower?
He turned a couple of knobs to turn the water on and get the right temperature before leading Daniel under the spray of the showerhead. Daniel let out a content sigh and leaned against Dean, burying his face into the crook of Dean's neck.
Dean grabbed a cloth and a bottle of body wash and lathered Daniel up, taking care as he washed all the blood off the 'shifter's body, lingering over the bruises Dean gave him from their fight last night. Dean took care as he cleaned every inch of Daniel's body, grinning when he looked up to see Daniel staring at him with a vulnerable and trusting expression. Dean's heart twinged at the sight and he covered it up by kissing Daniel on the stomach, causing the 'shifter to giggle and pull away from the tickling sensation.
Dean grinned at him and blew a raspberry into the 'shifter's stomach. Daniel laughed and shoved Dean away.
He pulled Dean up to his feet and kissed him with all he's worth, taking the cloth away and started returning the favor by cleaning Dean of last night's fight. He kissed every bruise, cut, and scar he found on Dean's body with affection and tenderness that made Dean's throat close up with an emotion he couldn't name.
Dear God, the innocence radiating off of Daniel is making Dean have a slight existential crisis about what he's doing.
Dean turned the shower off and held Daniel in his arms until the air cooled enough for them to start shivering. Daniel grabbed Dean's hand and lead him into Ronald Grint's bedroom and pilfered some clothes for them to wear. Dean had been pleasantly surprised to find some not-douchey clothes.
He found a pair of jeans that fit Dean perfectly and a black and red AC/DC band tee. He refused to let Daniel wear more slacks and cardigans and dressed the 'shifter in black jeans and a white undershirt with a blue plaid flannel. He rolled the sleeves up to Daniel's elbows and stood back to admire the view. Daniel blushed and moved in to bury his face into the crook of Dean's neck, arms resting loosely around Dean's waist.
Dean held him back and pressed a kiss to Daniel's temple.
"Please don't kill me," Daniel begged, voice muffled yet still understandable. Not stupid enough to think that just because they had sex together would keep him safe. "I haven't killed anyone. Ronald Grint isn't even in the country. I was just trying to find somewhere to sleep that wasn't on the street and some food that wasn't found in a trash bin."
Fuck. Can Dean really blame him for not wanting to sleep out in the streets? He's done that a few times and it was not fun.
He felt a wetness around his neck and shoulder. Aw, hell. Daniel's crying.
Dean tightened his grip on Daniel. He shushed the young 'shifter and rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet in an attempt to soothe the creature.
"I won't kill you," Dean whispered back. He's a little surprised at his answer. He really can't bring himself to even contemplate killing Daniel beyond thinking it. "I won't kill you," he repeated.
Daniel let out a wail at that and clutched Dean tighter. Dean gripped him back and whispered soothing words to the distraught creature, pressing kisses to Daniel's face and neck while Daniel expelled every fear he had about Dean killing him into Dean's shoulder.
"Can I come with you?" Daniel asked plaintively.
Dean sighed, causing Daniel to cling to him even more, while Dean tried to figure out a nice way to say no.
He settled on, "You know I'm a hunter, Daniel. Do you really think that's the best place you can be safe with?"
Daniel nodded his head vigorously. "Yes, because no one would expect it."
Dean huffed a laugh at that.
"Please, hunter. Can I come with you?"
He sighed again and used his right hand to scrub his face in aggravation. Is he really going to say what he's thinking of saying?
"Yes, you can come with me." Apparently he is.
Daniel let out a squeal of happiness and stole a kiss from Dean.
Well, this is unexpected. Dean's taking a shapeshifter with him to Hawaii to hide from his ex-boyfriend and his government sanctioned task force as well as hiding from his possibly pissed off and disappointed father. Dean can see how nothing can go wrong with that. Absolutely nothing, despite the fact he's going back to the one place Steve has complete control, but it's also the last place Steve will think to look.
He's really glad he saved up a shitload of money because he's now feeding (cooking?) for two.
What the fuck is he doing? No, seriously, it seems like he's actively trying to make his own life harder by taking in a goddamned shapeshifter who seems to be attached to him.
Fuck his life.
Daniel the Shapeshifter came out of nowhere but he is badly needed to help me further this story along to where I want it. He's not just a throwaway character. Also, Steve will be popping up soon. Either the next chapter or the chapter after that. I love Steve, and so does Dean. ;)