Well, it's an improvement over the last guy. Dean leans against his kitchen table - it wasn't really hard to get a place, fake paperwork, fake names, the whole nine, wasn't hard to fake money, wasn't hard to pop in and out and decorate. It's small - just a one bedroom, but it's got a decent sized kitchen, and the living room is plain, but neat.

He shrugs, glancing around it a little self-consciously. "Yeah. Figured I ought to have a place."