Dean grinned back and gave a nod in agreement, he’d honestly come out expecting a boring strangely domestic trip to the grocery store…this was definitely better. Maybe Beacon Hills had more to offer than just the monster of the week.
He chuckled, “Well at least I didn’t make a complete fool of myself giving someone uninterested my number.” He grinned, “I’m sure I have some more compliments up my sleeve for you, what can I say? Winchester charm never fails to be day brightener.” Dean joked, it was kind of nice being able to use his real name instead of an alias when flirting. He gave a little groan, “And I definitely don’t want that happening.” He smiled, “Same to you Stiles, looking forward to your call.” He gave a little wink and headed further along in the store to finish up his shopping.
"It’s possible for you to make a fool out of yourself?" Stiles asked, mock shocked. "I’m pretty sure that never happens to you." He smiled. "Lucky for me then isn’t it?" He chuckled. Dean Winchester. It was a cute name and Stiles was really lucky to meet someone so great like this. Winchester was kind of a funny last name. Stiles had said goodbye to Dean and was moving to go down one of the other isles when he stopped. Wasn’t Winchester the last name of that hunter? Yeah because he’d connected it with Winchester being in the gun family and hunters use guns. Sam and Dean Winchester. "I know you!" Stiles blurted out after Dean and quickly placed his hand over his mouth. Shit he probably shouldn’t have said anything.
"Just my luck, hitting on a younger guy that probably has more sense than I do," Dean teased even if he thought the view was a little naive. Admittedly his life would be a lot easier if middle ground was something he, Sam, and the few friends and family they had left could find.
Dean smiled enjoying the blush he’d managed to bring to Stiles’ cheeks, it seemed a real shame that other was so unused to compliments though Dean did enjoy the way it flustered him. “I wouldn’t have said it, or given you my number, if I didn’t mean it.” He answered sincerely, though he was often lying to people about some of the most basic things (like his name) he was being honest with Stiles. “Definitely wouldn’t be a thoughtful guy then. Just plain rude,” Dean teased grinning at Stiles before his phone went off in his pocket. Pulling out the phone he glanced down to see a text from Sam reminding him about a few more things they needed, “Annnd that’s my brother, I better get finished shopping before he gets fed up and tries to do come finish it himself. Don’t think this town is ready for a yeti sighting yet.”
Stiles bit his lip grinning. ”Hey no shame in that. I’m sure we can help each other out in the wisdom department.” He pointed out. Stiles couldn’t wait to tell Scott about the hot guy he met in the grocery store. Maybe he should go shopping more often.
"Yeah you have a point there. Well thanks again. You may regret giving me your number though, because I’m definitely going to call." He smiled. "Might need you to make my day with a compliment or something." He teased. Stiles watched as the other pulled out his phone, finding himself curious as to who was messaging him. He nodded at the answer. "Yeah and then he’ll buy all the healthy stuff and probably get rid of your pie." He chuckled. "It was really nice meeting you Dean."
Braeden’s eyes narrowed in concern at his words and she reached out and gently took the dog from him and set the dog down to walk around before she scooted closer to Stiles where they sat. “Is that what this is about?” she asked softly and she reached out absently and took the boy’s hand in her own. “Stiles…you really should talk to someone about things…you can’t bottle things up and then metaphorically take care of them through having a dog or other things,” she uttered gently squeezing his hand.
Stiles let her take the dog and sit it down. He sat back a little as she scooted closer. ”Oh don’t go all psycho analyst on me. I’m fine. I don’t need to talk to anyone.” He said, shaking his head. Stiles wasn’t really good at talking about things that bothered him. He would sometimes make passive aggressive comments or jokes, but that was as far as it went. He didn’t feel like being a burden and unloading stuff that bothered him. He just tended to shove it down and ignore it. He pulled his hand back and looked at the dog again. ”I just like the dog.” He said, simply.
"Are you serious Stilinski? That thing needs to be potty trained and fed and taken care of, the lives we lead don’t allow much time for that"
"But look it at it. How can you say no to this face?" He asked, showing Braden the dog. "I think a dog would be good for me. I don’t have to worry about it running into danger and getting killed, because it feels like it has to save everyone."
RENT Sentence Meme
"Where'd you learn to tango?"
"I'm more of a man than you'll ever be - and more of a woman than you'll ever get."
"I'd forgotten how to smile."
"That's a lie. Just last week I had a tea."
"Thinking of drinking gasoline?"
"I'm looking for baggage that goes with mine."
"There's only us, There's only this."
"I'll cover you with a thousand sweet kisses."
"Control your temper."
"Just let me be!"
"The fire's dead anyway."
"There will always be women in rubber flirting with me!"
"I should tell you..."
"Merry Christmas bitches!"
"I can't take much more of this."
"Give me a break!"
"Take me for what I am."
"Thank God this moment's not the last."
"Measure your life in love!"
"You look familiar..."
"Moo with me!"
"This is not my bar mitzvah!"
"Oh my God, are you okay, honey?"
"Dance a tango to Hell."
"This is weird."
"I'd die without you."
"I'm getting nauseous."
"Will I wake tomorrow from this nightmare?"
"Will someone care?"
"Will I lose my dignity?"
"Aww look at this cute little guy. We’re totally keeping it."