@FeralOrion —slipping his hand back into hers and leading her up the steps to the entrance of the Bunker.
He should’ve checked the weather beforehand but he’d been too rushed to set up that he hadn’t even bothered to.]
[He won’t admit what’s about to happen was put together half an hour ago but he’d genuinely planned it out a month ago; like she’d said—his mind usually got occupied. And he may have missed the date.
But feeling encouraged by her smile, Dean downs his shot prior to nodding—
Fair. {Her smile is growing as her dimples are now on full display, hazel eyes lingering on his green ones.} Trouble has a plan? Sign me up!
{Clinks her shot glass against his before downing the bitter liquid.}
@FeralOrion [Watching her move about excitedly causes a fond smile that’s rarely seen and only for her to appear on his lips, his heart skipping a subtle beat as she approaches again.
He gazes down at her, making a mental note to make sure the cardigan does keep her warm before he’s—
@FeralOrion —she knew he’d done what he could; he always did and it would always be enough for her.
Dean paused, green eyes sweeping over her frame before he was pausing midstep; his brow furrowing in throught.]
Go grab a sweater.
@FeralOrion Ya got such little faith in me. Sammy is out on a case with Cas actually—so we’d have to wait for bail anyways.
[He snorted as he gave her a gentle squeeze while pulling her through the bunker, bottle still clutched in one hand.
This was one thing he loved about her,—
C’mon now. I may take until a second before twelve some years, but I ain’t ever too preoccupied for ya, Sweetcheeks.
[Slides a shot glass towards her with an exaggerated roll of his eyes; holding up his own glass.] After this, bottle shots ‘cause I did have a lame plan.
I— {Tilts her head to the side, narrowing her eyes at him although a hint of a smile is tugging her lips.} Well, I never know. Your mind is so preoccupied each day.
I might forget a lot of important shit. But I won’t ever forget my favorite tradition of making an angel on earth believe I’m selfish enough to forget her birthday.
You’re such a brat. [He huffs out whilst snatching the bottle from her hand and taking a swig before he begins to finish pouring the shots.]
Ya truly think I forgot about ya, hey?