[ As if Dean ever really needs an excuse to drink, but he's taking it anyway and running - hitting the pavement so damn hard he's going to break his own skull. He's been pounding it hard lately and he knows it, not helped by the constant stream of Cas putting him to bed like he's a child, but Dean's all hung up on too many things and he's already avoiding topics, waving a hand at whoever's bartending for the night to bring over the first round.
And then he's looking back to acknowledge the words, not necessarily pointed but still on target and he shrugs a shoulder as if it's not a problem. When it is. And lord is he ever trying, but he only has it in him to fail right now. ]
I did lose a bet. [ and there goes the last of his beer. ]
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And then he's looking back to acknowledge the words, not necessarily pointed but still on target and he shrugs a shoulder as if it's not a problem. When it is. And lord is he ever trying, but he only has it in him to fail right now. ]
I did lose a bet. [ and there goes the last of his beer. ]