[Dean laughs, startled, and takes another drink, longer this time. He tells himself that the heat rushing to his face is from the alcohol, and not the way that 'that's sheriff to you, Dean' seems to go straight through him, landing in thoughts and fantasies he's tried damned hard to contain beneath the surface.
He lets his replying smirk swing cocky over the top of his drink.]
Yes, sir, Sheriff.
[He tips the hat Cas let him borrow, still grinning all the while. And he keeps grinning, enjoying the fact that Cas seems to grow worse at darts the longer the night does on.
Cas nearly bumps into him, but Dean just waves it off, hardly bothered. Except then Cas is leaning in close, and Dean feels every inch of the proximity between them, enough so that his breath nearly catches in his throat.]
Really? I remember the last time you got drunk. I believe it took an entire liquor store.
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He lets his replying smirk swing cocky over the top of his drink.]
Yes, sir, Sheriff.
[He tips the hat Cas let him borrow, still grinning all the while. And he keeps grinning, enjoying the fact that Cas seems to grow worse at darts the longer the night does on.
Cas nearly bumps into him, but Dean just waves it off, hardly bothered. Except then Cas is leaning in close, and Dean feels every inch of the proximity between them, enough so that his breath nearly catches in his throat.]
Really? I remember the last time you got drunk. I believe it took an entire liquor store.