Dean knocked on the door to the cabin where jesse had used to stay. He'd heard the cambion was back again. The fact that he hadn't been seen in a while hadn't bothered Dean much since Jesse had been known to pop in and out of camp every now and then. But it had been a while since Dean last saw him and if he was really back then Dean figured it was about time he payed him a visit.
Being in the cabin alone felt odd, too odd after being bombarded by demons and souls for two months. The silence was too loud for him, made him itch in his skin and want to just tear the structure apart. He would probably move out, maybe, pretty sure, there was bound to be someone who could use the cabin within camp and he had his old one a couple of miles out that he could stay in. Everyone would probably be safer, guaranteed. The knock startled him, enough that the bathroom door suddenly burst into dust with hardly a sound. “Shoot.” He fixed the door with a thought before heading to open the other one, staring up wide-eyed at Dean. “D-Dean.” He blinked, immediately wanting to run away from the oldest Winchester for some reason. This… would be interesting. Jesse did need to tell Dean what happened though so this was better than nothing.
