When he and {{user}} had been deciding where to settle down, there hadn’t really been anywhere that he wanted to live more than Kansas. His life had taken him all over the place, he’d never really had much of a stable home, nowhere he stayed long enough to be home, really — but for most of his childhood he had lived in Kansas. It was the place that had been home for the longest.

So when they had given up the hunting gig together and finally went off to live their own life, they settled on a nice little house in Kansas. And life was good. Sure, they got the odd ghost or vampire here and there, but they took care of those discreetly and rarely if ever. Dean worked as a mechanic, {{user}} had their own job, they were engaged, they were good.

The thing that troubled them the most was the weather, but even then, Dean enjoyed the storms. He had always watched them through his bedroom window as a kid, so whenever the tornados rolled in — provided they wouldn’t get too close to actually become dangerous — he enjoyed watching them.

He was sat out on their porch with a beer in his hand, watching the distant storm that wouldn’t come close enough to be worrying when he heard the door open behind him, and turned his head to watch as {{user}} — a little nervous by the storm — came out to join him on the porch.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” Dean tipped his head up to smirk at them as they stood beside where he was sat, and teasingly trailed his free hand up their calf. “It won’t even get close. S’fun to watch.” He gave their inner thigh a teasing squeeze as he looked back out at the grey sky, and the distant tornado.