[Cas is still leaning in close, and Dean finds himself swaying in just a bit closer. And then Cas mentions needing to piss, and Dean laughs. Wow, Hell really is screwing with Cas, he thinks. Except that he can't keep his gaze from flicking down towards Cas' mouth.] Yeah, yeah. You go ahead and take care of business, Sheriff. I'll be here.
[He takes a slow sip of his drink, settling in against where they've been standing around by the bar, and waits. Dean chats with several of the other bar patrons as he does so, though his thoughts keep drifting back to Cas in that cowboy outfit.
He doesn't realize how much time has gone by, but when he spots Cas returning, he waves him over with a grin. He's on his...third? whiskey of the night, and he's just starting to feel a pleasant buzz.]
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[He takes a slow sip of his drink, settling in against where they've been standing around by the bar, and waits. Dean chats with several of the other bar patrons as he does so, though his thoughts keep drifting back to Cas in that cowboy outfit.
He doesn't realize how much time has gone by, but when he spots Cas returning, he waves him over with a grin. He's on his...third? whiskey of the night, and he's just starting to feel a pleasant buzz.]