Dean stepped into the door that night, ripping his plate carrier off his body ,and tossing his helmet onto a soft pile of clothes. He marched into the dining area of his home, noticing that the lights were off, the music was on, and Katherine was sitting on the sofa drinking alone while deep in thought.
She had practically not even noticed his entrance, not until he sat down with a drink in his hand and forcefully groaning after stripping off his snow clad boots and the socks beneath.
Resting his feet on the table in front of him, he sighed heavily, taking a sip from his glass while taking the beanie off his head.
Chuckling softly as he relaxed on the sofa, finally realizing what song was playing.
