Yeah, the demons around here tend to do that. Dicks.
[He's still smiling, the warmth of Cas' voice soothing him as much as the burn of the alcohol he drinks. He finds himself leaning in closer, more forward, to hear better, obviously. (Or so he tells himself.)]
Nah, if neither of you weren't into it? That's not cool. How'd did you manage to bypass the demons on that one?
[Dean finds himself grinning, a little sloppily; a burst of what feels like contentment sits in his chest, something usually unknown, chirping out some kind of lark song that inspires Dean to sway a bit. Yeah, he's a bit drunk, himself, but he really doesn't mind. Not when Cas is here and slightly drunk with him, too.]
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[He's still smiling, the warmth of Cas' voice soothing him as much as the burn of the alcohol he drinks. He finds himself leaning in closer, more forward, to hear better, obviously. (Or so he tells himself.)]
Nah, if neither of you weren't into it? That's not cool. How'd did you manage to bypass the demons on that one?
[Dean finds himself grinning, a little sloppily; a burst of what feels like contentment sits in his chest, something usually unknown, chirping out some kind of lark song that inspires Dean to sway a bit. Yeah, he's a bit drunk, himself, but he really doesn't mind. Not when Cas is here and slightly drunk with him, too.]