[Dean is...not expecting Cas in a cowboy costume, holy shit. He hasn't dressed up himself, managing to avoid that, miraculously enough. But the moment Castiel, angel of the lord, walks into the bar, dressed like that? He downs the rest of his drink (whiskey, he thinks), as if to counter the warmth spreading throughout him that has nothing whatsoever to do with the alcohol in his system.
He swaggers on up to Cas from where he is, seemingly contemplating a game of darts. He smirks, giving the angel the once over.]
Hey, Cowboy. I'm up for a game if you are.
[He really...should stop staring at the hat. And the Sherriff's badge. And he really should stop thinking about the fact that he had an exact dream like this once, and the way that dream ended with one of the best self-love sessions of Dean's whole life.]
I know you said pre-healing, so setting this pre-Dean getting kidnapped/tortured, if that works?
He swaggers on up to Cas from where he is, seemingly contemplating a game of darts. He smirks, giving the angel the once over.]
Hey, Cowboy. I'm up for a game if you are.
[He really...should stop staring at the hat. And the Sherriff's badge. And he really should stop thinking about the fact that he had an exact dream like this once, and the way that dream ended with one of the best self-love sessions of Dean's whole life.]