Dean's smile remained on his face but lost some of its luster when he saw his cousin-in-law waiting for him at the door. They weren't exactly friends, and Dean much preferred his actual cousin, but things were generally kept civil. Generally. "Meg. How lovely to see you, aren't you all dolled up," he said nonchalantly as he set his bags by the door and began removing his coat and hat.

"Be a dear and take my coat, would you? My hat, too. I'll go let my cousin know I'm here, where is he? And I should say hello to my youngest nephew, maybe he'll be a little happier to see me than your oldest."

The competition was yet to be seen - that would be when he had time to get in the kitchen. For now he was simply dismissive.