Dean was tipsy enough that the fact that Castiel was in his personal space didn't even register. However, the insult in that attempted reassurance did. It honestly took him by surprise; the ribbing was not the sort of thing that he would have expected from the angel, and it just made him even more determined to see this through. It had started out as a teasing joke, but, now Dean was determined to either drink Cass under the table, or drink until the tender cut them off, one of the two.
"I'm fine. I can't even feel it."
Which wasn't really true at all, but, the bluster was good for his ego, at least. He turned to the tender and ordered them another round of shots, before he turned, facing Castiel so that they were almost nose to nose. He could feel the tension, but the concept of personal space just wasn't clicking. It would have with almost anyone else, but he trusted Cass enough to where it just wasn't threatening.
"You should get rid of that whole trenchcoat look. It makes you look skeevy. Like a flasher or something."
He put emphasis on that last part, as if it was somehow dirtier and more suspect than the brothel they'd been to. Dean was certainly not saying it just because Cass had bruised his pride a little. No, of course not. That would be immature and juvenile. Which, unfortunately, happened to be two traits that identified him rather well.
"I'm fine. I can't even feel it."
Which wasn't really true at all, but, the bluster was good for his ego, at least. He turned to the tender and ordered them another round of shots, before he turned, facing Castiel so that they were almost nose to nose. He could feel the tension, but the concept of personal space just wasn't clicking. It would have with almost anyone else, but he trusted Cass enough to where it just wasn't threatening.
"You should get rid of that whole trenchcoat look. It makes you look skeevy. Like a flasher or something."
He put emphasis on that last part, as if it was somehow dirtier and more suspect than the brothel they'd been to. Dean was certainly not saying it just because Cass had bruised his pride a little. No, of course not. That would be immature and juvenile. Which, unfortunately, happened to be two traits that identified him rather well.
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