āIām drunkā you sighed, resigned, leaning forward on your bar stool and clumsily letting your jaw come to rest on your hand, propped up by your elbow.
āI know, princessā Dean agreed, tilting his head and matching your agreement with his polite smile.
āNow, you-ā lazily swinging your head to face Dean, you jabbed a finger a little too close to his face.Ā āDonāt call me that.ā
He flinched slightly, ever so slightly.Ā āWhy not?ā
āBecause you- you know Dean. You know itās unfairā you slurred that last word, whining it a little.
āUnfair?ā now there was genuine confusion on his countenance.
āYou- you see, you call me princess, sweetheart, sugar- whatever takes your bloody fancyā your rolled your eyes vigorously, but it was apparent that that was more to get your point across effectively than to have malicious intentions.Ā āAnd then you- then you have to be so beautiful, with those- you know, with those hands, and lips and stupid shitting hair and arms and- and youāre so lovely, and then, Dean thenā you wagged that same finger at him right under his nose.Ā
His mouth was opened and he followed your finger with his eyes.
ā-you have to go do the- you have to go sleep with some really pretty- really- r-really beautiful girl- then youāre back to calling me sweetheart again the next dayā you finished, now in even more emotional despair than before.
Dean swallowed, and looked at you. He justā¦ looked. He was fascinated; this was more truth than the amount youād ever told him, put together, and heā¦ he wanted you to go on. More than wanted.
āI donāt get it, Dean. You know, occasionally when you- when you tell me I look nice and start blushing or call me one of those stupid namesā¦ I think you might actually think Iām somethingā¦ something more than just another hunter. Something- someone- pretty. Maybe even beautiful. And then you just- you just take it all away because, you, Deanā this time, it was a rather sharp poke in the chest that Dean evidently chose to ignore.Ā āYou always have to be so goddamn beautiful, and like people so much more goddamn beautiful than meā you shook your head, widening your eyes at him and turning up the corners of your mouth in a strangely fond āoh, youā gesture.
There was a miniscule moment of silence, while you just looked at each other, searching each otherās eyes, searching for something to sayā¦ and that was when a woman - a very lovely looking woman, you internally remarked - approached Dean, ready to hit on him like a piƱata at a kidsā party.
āIāll- Iāll leave you to it, then, sweetheartā you drawled before giving Dean an opportunity to react to either of you, abruptly rising from your bar stool and strolling off, dragging your fingertips along the bar top as you went.
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