"Me and Cas had a long road," Dean concedes, still watching their feet more than Derek himself. "He literally pulled me out of hell, and I still had to die one more time before I got my head out of my ass and, you know." Dean clears his throat. "Kissed him."
Shuffling where he stands, Dean nods roughly at Derek. "Who's him?" He doesn't keep tabs on Derek, not even the friendly, interested ones that he should, and he has no idea who Derek spends most of his time with. All he can think of is Stiles.
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Date: 2013-07-31 01:55 am (UTC)Shuffling where he stands, Dean nods roughly at Derek. "Who's him?" He doesn't keep tabs on Derek, not even the friendly, interested ones that he should, and he has no idea who Derek spends most of his time with. All he can think of is Stiles.