[When Dean beckons him closer, Castiel obliges. If either one of them is going to know how to do this, it would obviously be Dean, and so Castiel's willing to follow his lead on this. It's probably the only way they'll get through it and actually come across as convincing.
Dean's hand snakes up his back, settling there gently. He's warm. Even with all of the shoulder pats, all the times they've dragged each other from battlefields, Dean has never touched him like this.
It's different, enough to make Castiel's stomach feel like it's jumping around inside his body. He lets out a breath, something that's easily masked by the loud music as they step inside.
When asked about a drink, Castiel looks around. Almost everyone here has a beverage of some kind, so to fit in...]
Yes. You can surprise me. [He isn't an expert on alcohol, nor is he picky.]
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Dean's hand snakes up his back, settling there gently. He's warm. Even with all of the shoulder pats, all the times they've dragged each other from battlefields, Dean has never touched him like this.
It's different, enough to make Castiel's stomach feel like it's jumping around inside his body. He lets out a breath, something that's easily masked by the loud music as they step inside.
When asked about a drink, Castiel looks around. Almost everyone here has a beverage of some kind, so to fit in...]
Yes. You can surprise me. [He isn't an expert on alcohol, nor is he picky.]