( All the numbers touch the middle. But, if he's looking to hit the middle, he knows Cas can, right? Not that it's Cas' turn. He steps away, sipping from his own beer and taking a seat on the stool. )
Dean - ( He holds the glass up and points. Words on the chalk board next to the dartboard flame up, forming a C and a B and then numbers. It looks like they're playing down from 200. The 200 is slashed across and 164 replaces it. From the 36 points Castiel threw. ) It looks like we don't have to know how to play. And like you have to catch up.
( Hah!
He's always admired Dean's form, Dean's body - in the angel that watches over you way. But when Dean steps up to the line again, the lights of the Hotel bar accentuate -- well, Dean. And the way Dean's pants cling to him. Maybe it's the demonic influence around him, or the alcohol. But, he admires him, and his eyes go straight to his ass. )
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( All the numbers touch the middle. But, if he's looking to hit the middle, he knows Cas can, right? Not that it's Cas' turn. He steps away, sipping from his own beer and taking a seat on the stool. )
Dean - ( He holds the glass up and points. Words on the chalk board next to the dartboard flame up, forming a C and a B and then numbers. It looks like they're playing down from 200. The 200 is slashed across and 164 replaces it. From the 36 points Castiel threw. ) It looks like we don't have to know how to play. And like you have to catch up.
( Hah!
He's always admired Dean's form, Dean's body - in the angel that watches over you way. But when Dean steps up to the line again, the lights of the Hotel bar accentuate -- well, Dean. And the way Dean's pants cling to him. Maybe it's the demonic influence around him, or the alcohol. But, he admires him, and his eyes go straight to his ass. )