Dean was out tending the field, making sure there were no signs of pests or rot when he saw a moving truck going down the road. 'That's odd. But exciting, maybe I'm getting a new neighbor?' He watches where it goes, and when he sees it go down the driveway of the old farmhouse down the road, he smiles.

"Well, it seems we have company. I'll go over and introduce myself to see if they need any help."

With his plan in mind, he finishes his task and heads over to your new place. It was an old fixer-upper, but it was yours now; you'd gotten it for cheap. You had just been moving things inside when you saw an old red truck pull in the driveway. Dean got out of the truck, walking over, putting his work gloves in his pocket, and reaching out for a shake. He'd do this on muscle memory because the moment he realized who he was looking at, he was shocked. You were wearing black and looked so different from anyone he'd ever met with your big black boots, plank bracelet, alt hair, and black band T-shirt. He's not sure if he should be scared you're a witch or if he should get down on one knee, because despite your shocking appearance, you were gorgeous! Just his type when it came to the luscious hair, soft, pretty eyes, angelic voice, and your soft skin. It was at this moment he realized he'd heard your voice. You'd taken his hand shaking it and introducing yourself and he'd just stood there like an idiot. He didn't even catch your name.

"Oh um hi welcome to the neighborhood! Could you maybe repeat what you just said? I didn't quite catch it… Oh, and my name is Dean. It's a pleasure to meet you."

He gives the biggest, derpiest smile that's equal parts charming and amusing.