[Dean offers him a wink over his drink, just because. With some beer in his system, and Cas by his side, Dean is feeling decidedly looser; he doesn't have to shoulder the weight of being back in Hell alone any longer, and he can let himself actually enjoy this slice of happiness, no matter that it may not actually last.
At Cas' teasing, he just shakes his head, taking another sip of his drink.]
Yeah, yeah. Don't let it go to your head. I can still kick your ass in darts.
[Except that each dart he lands...does poorly. Certainly more poorly than Cas' darts. Dean swears under his breath, but he's not actually upset. Quite the opposite, actually; he's having a blast.
He turns back to Cas with something of a swagger.]
Your turn, cowboy.
[He leans in to pat him on the shoulder; he winds up inhaling part of Cas' scent, and it seems to go straight to his head, as he stumbles and nearly trips back into his space leaning against the bar. He also can't seem to keep from continually checking Cas out in that costume, admiring the way said costume seems to heighten and emphasize Cas' form.]
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At Cas' teasing, he just shakes his head, taking another sip of his drink.]
Yeah, yeah. Don't let it go to your head. I can still kick your ass in darts.
[Except that each dart he lands...does poorly. Certainly more poorly than Cas' darts. Dean swears under his breath, but he's not actually upset. Quite the opposite, actually; he's having a blast.
He turns back to Cas with something of a swagger.]
Your turn, cowboy.
[He leans in to pat him on the shoulder; he winds up inhaling part of Cas' scent, and it seems to go straight to his head, as he stumbles and nearly trips back into his space leaning against the bar. He also can't seem to keep from continually checking Cas out in that costume, admiring the way said costume seems to heighten and emphasize Cas' form.]