Please don't say the words, 'Painfully sober' to him right now. He is well aware of what that's like. Any remnants of a buzz have been superseded by the hangover. Not that this is his first hangover. Just his worst in a long time. And it has been a long time since he's had one, since he's drank enough to both kiss Cas and feel like this the next day. Partly because of drinking and partly because of proving Castiel right. Castiel could not have him in that way, no matter how much he wanted him.
"What was in the cave?"
He assumes nothing, since nothing is the answer to everything they ask. (Because he's never asked, who's on the porch, out loud before.) He does agree they need to inspect the house. Doc's confidence is something, and it is worth something. Dean believes and agrees with that, too.
He finishes his own coffee, pushing past his sweaty, clammy forehead he can feel every time he wrinkles it. He does glance to the windows, and back to the door as he finally comes around the counter.
He's not decent, far from it. His puffy coat is open, not covering his dark t-shirt or matching boxer briefs. He wishes he wore his pajama bottoms the night before but he was 'can't face himself drunk' passing out faced down into his own bed.
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"What was in the cave?"
He assumes nothing, since nothing is the answer to everything they ask. (Because he's never asked, who's on the porch, out loud before.) He does agree they need to inspect the house. Doc's confidence is something, and it is worth something. Dean believes and agrees with that, too.
He finishes his own coffee, pushing past his sweaty, clammy forehead he can feel every time he wrinkles it. He does glance to the windows, and back to the door as he finally comes around the counter.
He's not decent, far from it. His puffy coat is open, not covering his dark t-shirt or matching boxer briefs. He wishes he wore his pajama bottoms the night before but he was 'can't face himself drunk' passing out faced down into his own bed.