Dean glanced over at her with his eyebrows raised.  Sure, they had rolled in the hay a few times, but she liked him?  Hey.  That was something.  Picking up the phone on the bedside table, he called out to a pizza place.  On instinct, he ordered the same pizzas he and Mika had gorged on, back in the day.

When the pizza showed up, faster than he expected, he jumped up excitedly.  He ran to the door and paid the driver, giving him a nice tip, “Dinner is served, m’lady…”

He danced a bit as he turned around and threw the box on the table.  He smirked at the tv and pointed, “By the way…I need to get me some of them boots.  I mean, just look at him.”

He was trying to play nice.  He was trying not to ask the fifty questions he wanted to ask, or make things awkward enough for her to leave.  If acting silly and being casual was what he needed to keep her around long enough to break that ice, he would do it.  He also didn’t want her to know that he fully planned to pull out a talking board while she was there.  Nope.  That was a different conversation.

Realizing he had zoned out, he shook himself and smiled again, “Let’s eat.”

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“Um.  I guess first question would be…where are you from?  Surely you had a home once.”, Anna started, as she opened the door to her room.  She stepped into her room, putter her snacks on he table closest to the window.  She peeled her jacket off, revealing her bare arms underneath, along with her bandaged wrists.  One wrist was covered by a black bandana.  Itching at the plain bandaged one, she threw her jacket over the back of a chair and turned to him.

“I don’t remember ever having a home, other than this…and the car.  My dad died, when I was a few months old.  It’s always just been me and my mom, and whatever guys she decided to bring home after a job.”