Re: Later in the evening: Scud + Open
"Eh. We all know what's up here," Scud said, just as dismissively as everyone else had seemed to be during the actual occurrence. It was a little weird, but it just seemed to make sense for this group -- most of which was pretty tight knit. "We're all fucked up, but we mean well enough." Which was true. Scud hadn't exactly been a shining example of perfection or goodness in his own dreams, but he had a pretty strict moral code of not being a dick here.
He grinned a little understandingly before he took another toke and then passed the joint on to Dean again. It was a little rough, ruining that moment.
"No one was hurt," Castiel assured mildly, but still did not bother looking at anyone but Dean. He didn't mind the company, but there was very little that could hold his attention like his husband could -- particularly after times of stress. This was them both coming down from that, relaxing and being comfortable with each other. It worked.