[ Dean's eating habits are abysmal at best, diabetes inducing at worst. On the plus side he's pretty sure that since he's not going to live to be that old, it's not like diabetes will be that much of an issue.
He wrinkles his nose just a touch at the roast beef, but doesn't argue it, settling himself in on the stool, beaming when the milkshake comes and he can gleefully stab his straw into it, and take a long drink. He shivers almost directly after - probably wasn't a good idea to get something cold, but it's so fucking good he just doesn't care.
Still, he eyes the coat when it's offered, glancing up at Cas. ]
I'm fine, dude.
[ The goosebumps are really convincing, Dean. He glances at it, and then the jacket, and fuck it, it's warm and dry, and that's the best part.
Exhaling in defeat, he snags it and gingerly puts it on, feeling utterly ridiculous and not really knowing why. Maybe it's the two jackets thing. Probably. ]
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He wrinkles his nose just a touch at the roast beef, but doesn't argue it, settling himself in on the stool, beaming when the milkshake comes and he can gleefully stab his straw into it, and take a long drink. He shivers almost directly after - probably wasn't a good idea to get something cold, but it's so fucking good he just doesn't care.
Still, he eyes the coat when it's offered, glancing up at Cas. ]
I'm fine, dude.
[ The goosebumps are really convincing, Dean. He glances at it, and then the jacket, and fuck it, it's warm and dry, and that's the best part.
Exhaling in defeat, he snags it and gingerly puts it on, feeling utterly ridiculous and not really knowing why. Maybe it's the two jackets thing. Probably. ]
You aren't gonna get cold?