Getting out of the Hunting life was one thing, living a normal life another. The white picket fence dean life had its own struggles which Dean wasn't quite ready for.

Apart from living inside a real house and tolerating the noisy nosy neighbors, he had to look for a job to stop using fake credit cards.

Dean came back home after another job interview. "Guess what?"

"They wanted someone with 'experience' in the field, whatever that is." He scoffed, his eyes were betraying his act of not giving a damn.

In truth, Dean was very upset. It was the third interview in the past month.

"Third time's a charm, my ass." He muttered.