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“ that’s because it only works if they see you FAKE DIE and they can’t examine the body. ” roman argued in a low hiss that was equal parts desperation and dry amusement, sometimes it was a wonder that half of deans plans were essentially action scenes from old movies and the other half were actually well planned out assaults, finding a balance between the two had to be a struggle for everyone involved.
roman snatched up one of the hung coats at the entrance of the bar, pulling it on and lifting a hood to hide the back of his head and hair before he grabbed a hold of dean’s arm and dragged him into the back of the bar where he then pushed him flat against the far wall.
“ put your hand around my waist and laugh at something i said. ” roman said in a harsh whisper as he leaned forward, it was easy to duck his face into the crook of dean’s neck given their same height, even easier to curl further forwards to look shorter than he really was in the dimly lit bar.
with the weather getting colder, there was a hardy crowd in the dive, people finding time to mill about with friends as the sun began to set earlier and earlier, the cold sinking in deeper during the night and remaining as a thin layer of frost in the morning. admittedly, the plan dean had probably would have helped also if they were in a actual firefight, not just milling around in a bar. if they got noticed however, dean suspected that the firefight could easily come sooner than he expected.
while his plan may not have had much merit, dean was mildly surprised by the other’s course of action. finding himself suddenly pressed against the wall, the current level of intoxication dean quickly allowed his mind to get distracted. maybe it was the manhandling, maybe it was the alcohol, but the grin that grew across dean’s face wasn’t fake. a hand wrapped around the man’s body easily, feeling the thick waist as dean began to pull them closer. “ you always did make better plans, ” dean murmured, eyes trailing over the soft hair that covered their jaw, the gentle curve of their lips. the view didn’t last as long as the hunter would have liked, but he wasn’t complaining when roman leaned forward, as if trying to get closer and cover against every inch of dean’s body.
dean’s hand around the soldier’s waist tightened, the other holding with the half empty bottle of beer dragging to dean’s own mouth. it was an excuse to stop talking, to think, and maybe bear his neck a little more. coherent thoughts were hard to come by however when all dean was able to focus on was how the other’s body seemed to press his against wall of the bar, their breath tickling slightly the light hairs of his neck. “ you know, if this was all just a trick to pin me against the wall, you didn’t have to go through all the effort. i’ll happily be in this position, anytime, anywhere. ”
