~Awww. Domestic Dean is so freaking adorable, but it's so sad.
~Of course he's got wards and weapons under the bed though.
~Ha! Pest control
~All the ladies love Dean. Who can blame them?
~Oh Dean, you just can't stop being a hunter can you?
~Scratches in the hotel, and now on the pole? Something's leading him.
~LOL! Killer Yorkie!
~Pest control. Good cover.
~C'mon Dean. Lisa knows about the hunting. Stop trying to cover. She'll see through it.
~Eek! Wasn't expecting the YED.
~Aww. Poor Dean thinks he's dead.
~So he's supposed to believe nothing is real, except his dead brother? He's gonna have a hard time with that one.
~Oh yeah, Dean's gonna be pissed when he finds out it's been a year.
~Hee hee. "You have delicate features for a hunter."
~Whoa. They have family
~I hate it when things seem too good to be true. I'm guessing grandpa will end up being a bad thing.
~Oh no, not Lisa & Ben. :(
~Whew. They're safe.
~It's Bobby! Yay!
~Bobby knew too. Everyone's trying to protect Dean.
~Poor Lisa. She know's she's going to lose him.
~Love them all picking on Dean's new life. "Golf? Really?"
~You're hallucinating Dean. Lisa & Ben aren't there.
~What? Capturing rather than killing? What's gramps & cuz up to?
~Dean offers the Impala and Sam says no? So sad!