Re: Dean + open (before the Incident with Gabe)
The way Dean straightened a little with that possessive hand on the small of his back should've been no surprise. It was the same way Cas moved when Dean touched him like that. Accepting. Fucking wanting. "Yeah," Dean said, sipping his sad ass grape juice. "He's taking the steps he needs to in order to be okay." His husband's social anxiety was no secret at all, and Dean knew better than to make him feel like he was failing somehow by checking up on him every five minutes. If Cas really needed him...well, theirs was a profound bond.
Dean turned to face Lucifer, his back completely to the kitchen so that he could speak in a way that would be obvious to no one but certain members of the heavenly host who could eavesdrop from a mile away. "Didn't anyone ever tell you it's not polite to tease?" he asked, brow arched. Already, he wanted that hand back on his back or his hip or anywhere. This was all getting to him in more ways than he thought even Cas would understand and him and Cas having a fight? Yeah that was to be avoided and would only throw more fuel on the fire.
Elsewhere in the room, Samandriel had found Dean's guitar and was playing along with the instrumental that had come up on the playlist. It was certainly livening up being stuck in an animated Japanese dungeon.