[ dean ends up sinking lower onto the couch with the yank, wiggling a little with cas' grip on his ankle being surprisingly strong. but after a few more seconds, he sighs, melting into the couch and turning his head to the tv screen as well... ]
Your face is a joke to me.
[ ....or something.
but as for suggestions -- which, by the way, is cheating because he suggested porn and it had been a joke and now cas is doing it instead of looking for something real to watch -- dean only ends up grunting something about anything but take it deep, take it hard thanks.
ugh, if he'd known this is what his night was going to be like, he'd insisted cas stay at the ball longer.
a few minutes later he's glancing at the profile of cas' face again, and wiggling his still-held leg. ]
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Your face is a joke to me.
[ ....or something.
but as for suggestions -- which, by the way, is cheating because he suggested porn and it had been a joke and now cas is doing it instead of looking for something real to watch -- dean only ends up grunting something about anything but take it deep, take it hard thanks.
ugh, if he'd known this is what his night was going to be like, he'd insisted cas stay at the ball longer.
a few minutes later he's glancing at the profile of cas' face again, and wiggling his still-held leg. ]
This isn't how people normally hold hands, Cas.