Re: Later in the evening: Scud + Open
Dean played casually with Cas' fingers, smiling to himself at the lines and creases in his skin. The kiss he brushed against his husband's knuckles was laced with nothing less than a very profound love in a simple gesture.
"What?" Danny said, looking over at Scud. "I mean if I needed to call an ambulance or something I totally would've but literally no one was having any kind of huge scale freak out at all. You can't tell me that's not crazy and worth checkin' out. But shit, short dude was just laughing on the couch and fake me looked like...like some kind of annoyed dad or some shit." He shifted, gesturing with a mozzarella stick in his hand. The party crasher was about to say something else when he looked up at Dean and Cas.
His whole expression softened as he watched them. It was like they were in their own little world and Dean hadn't shot anyone and nothing else mattered. Danny got a lot of shit sometimes, usually people accusing him of not paying attention. Thing was, he totally paid attention just to the shit that mattered. Maths and History and crap didn't matter. People did. And just the way Dean's nose nudged against the guy's hand, the way their fingers laced together, the guy's other arm thrown over his head and into Cas' lap playing idly with his shirt? That was love right there.
"Fuck," Danny said softly, smiling a little dopily. It was the first time he'd seen love like that outside of like movies and shit. It was kinda awesome.