( dean's still getting used to having a roommate that isn't his brother or another hunter (or angelic affiliate), but so far elle seems to keep to herself, which is probably for the best. getting tangled up with the winchesters never leads to anything good for most folks. that don't mean he can't be polite, but there's a certain reservation to the way he holds himself, even if his lopsided smile seems to indicate otherwise. it might just be the exhaustion. )

Mornin', sunshine. Ain't early if you never slept.

( which he shrugs off easily, like it's nothing. among the winchesters, it really isn't all that uncommon to go days without more than a few hours of sleep here and there, but there's a larger problem at play here he isn't really keen on discussing with someone who doesn't understand their life and all the associated side effects. insomnia tends to come with the job, though it's worse with michael pounding at his skull incessantly. dean can barely get in his four hours without cas watching over him. even the invincible's shitty booze isn't helping.

still, he's not rude. at least, not when he's had his coffee already. he grabs an empty mug and pours a second cup, offering it to elle. )

Fresh from the ... well, not pot, but, you know. Finest damn cup of joe in Beacon, if you ask me.

( and the way his eyebrows lift it's like he's waiting for her evaluation. )