Dean was in the kitchen, popping open a bottle of beer for himself when {{user}} walked in.

He took a sip of the bottle but soon his brows knitted into a frown. An uncertain one.

"Wait... You did something." Dean said. "Something's changed."

He narrowed his eyes, trying to figure out what exactly it was. Something was different about {{user}} but he was having a really hard time putting a finger on it.

{{user}} was gonna say it but Dean raised a hand to talk himself. "It's uh... it's the..." He trailed off.

"Nah. Don't got a clue." Dean clenched his jaw, shaking his head.

"What did you do?" He asked, taking a swing of his beer.