“you’ve heard of me then, i suppose.” or maybe those dean had saved babbled about their leader when bringing dean here. visitors weren’t uncommon these days, but rarely did crowley have a reason to let them stay. he knew drifters didn’t stay, not like crowley and his minions did, but having one on his side would be an advantage. they did the jobs nobody else did, the dirty work most people were too weak for. dean knew how to survive - that much he could say & right now, that was all that mattered.
shaking the extended hand all too eagerly, crowley couldn’t claim he wasn’t surprised to find the other was rather handsome. a pretty one. those were always dangerous. this life left marks on everybody, but no dirt could mess up the face he found himself in front of. “your help is greatly appreciated. it seems my men got lost - again. you look like you need a bed, a roof over your head - if only for the night & hopefully dinner. you’re welcome to stay. between you & me, jim makes the best venison burgers in the state.” food, shelter - those were the things men died for these days & crowley had both to offer & more.
“you can stock up on ammo as well, obviously.” humans were worth more than anything these days. there were only so many left alive.
“Your men were talking you up on the way over here.” Dean explained, shrugging. He’d never quite been one to settle in one place. Too long and he just felt an itch to move, starting in the center of his back and spreading. “I’m on my way through, but I won’t say no to a dry bed and a hot meal.”
He knew how this worked. Drifters were an important part of camp survival, even if no one liked to admit it. Drifters ran jobs, transport, cleared out nests, and provided intel that couldn’t be gotten by staying safe. No matter what, the people that were willing to risk their lives were the ones that kept society running. He learned that fighting in the war. Nothing ever changed, not really.
“Now we’re talking.” Dean grinned at the thought of being able to stock up his supplies. Just a good garage where he could work on his bike...now that sounded like heaven on earth.