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The dirty blonde raised an eyebrow as he started to laugh “Easy question, ya are getting hot ‘cause you are in front of me, sweecheeks…” He winked cheekily, sipping his Jack Daniel’s and trowing the glass on the bar. “Another one.” He mumbled looking towards the bartender. “Aniways, don’t understimate ghosts… they are dangerous and sometimes they make ya all hot and bothered… ’m not afraid of 'em anymore…” Moving closer he picked the younger male’s chin up, he was a bit drunk but he couldn’t suppress his emotions in front of a beauty like Seth Rollins. “Why are ya so pretty?” He wispered, raspy voice filling the little pub the two of them were spending the night.
The brunette knew the second he spoke up about the change in his body temperature that he was asking for the snarky response thrown back at him and being who Dean was, it was only fair that he caused a flush of pink against the younger male’s cheeks. Of course, there was absolutely no denying that he was attracted to the Ohioan because of how close they truly were behind the scenes, but this was just plain old ridiculous. “Shut up. You’re just drunk. Quit messin’ with me, man.” Hand held to his own glass, still nursing the beer that he’d ordered when they arrived at the bar. He had only agreed to go because it was more time he could spend stealing a glance over in Dean’s direction without it going noticed or so he thought. More blush quickly fell against Seth’s cheeks now as the dirty blond’s hand held him by the chin, swallowing thickly when the comment was made. “I-- Uh..” A nervous fit of laughter followed his failed attempt at responding, entirely too flustered to for an actual sentence with the way that those blue eyes pierced right into him.
