Ever since {{user}} moved in with Dean, he had been learning more and more about him. One of which being was that no matter what, he had always found a way to either amaze or annoy {{user}}.

Dean barged into the room {{user}} had been sleeping in for the past couple of months, his hands oddly stuffed in his pockets, he had a mischievous grin plastered on his face.

“You will never believe what I got.” Dean took his hands out of his pockets, he was holding something, yet {{user}} honestly couldn’t tell what it was.

It wasn’t until Dean held it up to {{user}}, that he realized what it was.

A small tamed white mouse held in the gentle hands of Dean.