Think he asked one of the gods to keep 'em alive for awhile longer. That or he just got lucky. [ Dean offers up a lazy grin before he leans back a bit in his chair and feels the world swim precariously, that edgy discomforting perfect kind of thing that means that nothing has to matter.
( yes, Dean, that's a great thing to say right now. Kate snorts, laughing in that way you do after a few too many drinks - somehow slurring even wordless sounds. oh dear. )
[ Shut up it's the perfect thing to say. Considering you're talking to a guy whose-- well, at least one of his first concerns during the apocalypse was trying to get Cas laid. Which really doesn't help his case in the slightest but it's still 100% true.
But he very nearly rolls his eyes, that sort of thing that falls flat because he doesn't believe that in the slightest. And he's about to say so. ]
I'd put money on it taking more years than i've got fingers.
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well, it's her career now, isn't it?
her eyes slip away from the present for a moment, rolling the empty shotglass around on the table. )
They were nice.
( it's been a long time since she hasn't worried about something. )
... He does? Thought they didn't live that long.
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At least not for awhile. ]
Not that Cas ever gets lucky.
[ .... he's so funny. ]
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Sure he could if given time.
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But he very nearly rolls his eyes, that sort of thing that falls flat because he doesn't believe that in the slightest. And he's about to say so. ]
I'd put money on it taking more years than i've got fingers.
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well, this one worked out well for her, right? )
Mm, nah. Not bettin' on that.
( because there's a very obvious solution sitting in front of her but, well. that's for Dean to figure out his damn self. )