[ Dean watches Cas as she turns around, leans over a little, pushes cute little fingers up against her cute little face. He doesn't just watch Cas, he watches Cas, and that trench coat leaves a lot to be desired, and Dean's already thinking up excuses to take her to a Victoria's Secret, and what she'll look like when those stupid clothes are scatted around the room and he's falling on top of her into one of those beds.
Dean swallows hard and the words come bursting out of him. ]
You're a chick. [ Not that there's... anything wrong with being a girl. Dean gestures stiffly. ] Cas, look at you! You're not hurt, but you're... [ He closes his mouth, stares hard, and opens his mouth again. ] This isn't a little weird to you?
[ And he... she... doesn't remember anything happening at the bar, which means they've got no leads to go on, and no place to start. Maybe this has to do with that Pueblo crap, but what's it doing out here, more than 100 miles away? And why just Cas? And why a girl?
Dean's way too drunk for this, but the thought of putting it off until morning... Sleeping in a room with... They need to fix this now. ]
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Dean swallows hard and the words come bursting out of him. ]
You're a chick. [ Not that there's... anything wrong with being a girl. Dean gestures stiffly. ] Cas, look at you! You're not hurt, but you're... [ He closes his mouth, stares hard, and opens his mouth again. ] This isn't a little weird to you?
[ And he... she... doesn't remember anything happening at the bar, which means they've got no leads to go on, and no place to start. Maybe this has to do with that Pueblo crap, but what's it doing out here, more than 100 miles away? And why just Cas? And why a girl?
Dean's way too drunk for this, but the thought of putting it off until morning... Sleeping in a room with... They need to fix this now. ]