The roof of 74 Godiva Street - All Day

[single_man_tear]

Turns out, buying a house on this island’s like picking up a loaf of bread—quick and easy, especially when the place’s sitting empty. Thanks to a bank account Bobby set up back in the day, Dean didn’t even have to blink at the cost. Paid in cash, deed in his name. Just like that.

But the house itself? Yeah, that’s a different story. Roof was a mess, shingles needed to be ripped off and redone. Good thing it wasn’t anything too complicated, just a straightforward roof line. Dean made quick work of stripping the old shingles, laying down new underlayment, and now he was up there, hammering in the fresh ones with a nail gun, trying to finish the job before nightfall.

Of course, that didn’t mean the world stopped turning. Calls kept coming in, hunters needing advice. And because Dean’s not about to use some pretentious wireless earbuds, he had to stop nailing every time his phone buzzed.

"Yeah, Tommy, sounds like you’ve got yourself a Rakshasa problem," Dean said, pressing the phone to his ear with his shoulder while wiping sweat off his brow. "Tricky sons of bitches. They read your mind, shapeshift into folks you trust. Basically, they’re a nightmare in fur. Here’s the deal, you need a weapon made of brass. Not iron, not silver. And not just any brass, it’s gotta be blessed. Holy water, prayer, the whole nine yards. Got it? And no, don’t even think about using brass-plated crap. Real brass, or you’re wasting your time."

He paused, listening for a second, then rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, Venmo me, Tommy. Now stop talking. I got to get to work."

Dean took a deep breath, wiping his face with the end of his t-shirt. He took a moment to enjoy the crisp air before diving back into the job. Just him, a roof, and a nail gun, one shingle at a time.

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[seriesofbaddecisions]

Sabine had been taking a walk, and not at all semi-avoiding the warehouses but not. And look, a reason to keep semi-avoiding! Even if it took a second to figure out where the sound was coming from.

"Hey, keep it down up there," she called.

[single_man_tear]

“Which part? My hammering or my yammering?” Dean shouted back

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Yes!"

She'd missed you, Dean!

[single_man_tear]

"Well, I can stop talking but the roof still has to go on so the hammering stays," Dean called back, holding up the nail gun for emphasis.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

A beat.

"I guess I'll allow it."

[single_man_tear]

"Oh, gee thanks," Dean shot back with a grin. "I appreciate your approval."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"What are you going, anyway?" she asked. "Besides the very obvious."

[single_man_tear]

"Getting ready to move in," Dean replied. "Bought the house yesterday but I'd like a house where I have the option of not showering when it rains."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Congratulations," she called. "You sound like a grown up."

A grown up who didn't want indoor nature showers WTH.

[single_man_tear]

"Yeah, took me a little longer than most people," he admitted. "Having a friend kick me in the ass this weekend to realize it."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Good for the friend," she said, but hey, Dean was doing better than her no matter what! "Did you get a fixer-upper?"

[single_man_tear]

“Inside isn’t too bad,” Dean said with a shrug. “Probably have to update the bathrooms one day but they’re functional and the kitchen needs a new fridge. Front just has to be replaced so once that’s done I can technically move in.”

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"So when you do expect to have the housewarming party?" Sabine teased.