What Dean meant and what hidden reaction his fingers brushing against hers brought seemed to be very different things. After he ate the tubule of pixie's stick, she watched his face for a second, "Your judgement?" She consumed her own stick, following it with drinking some more of the bitterly gross beer. Although it did not have animal products inside its aluminum clothing, it was definitely not going to become one of her favorite drinks.
She watched Dean's actions with curious blue eyes, smiling a quick smile at his wink. Before her expression transitioned into the dreamy, slightly nostalgic tint that came with speaking of the happy past. The memory of her mother telling her stories about the constellations they created on those happy nights, that was one of the strongest that she had used for her Patronus charm. Which was why it took the shape of a rabbit, like those that would hop about in that little clearing.
It may have been fifteen years before, but some moments were still as clear as a bell in her mind. Even while others began to fray from being examined and cherished so much.
Luna sipped her beer again as she attentively watched and listened to Dean's contribution to the new map of stars. "Oh, I can!" With a warm glance over at the physical man himself, she asked Sam, "What do you see Sam?"