[He stands nervously while he waits for Dean to come down. Some part of him wonders if Dean'll change his mind, have second thoughts about letting some idiot with Lucifer crammed down his throat out of here after all —
And then he gets a splash of water in his face, just as the stream peters down enough to actually hit the fire in front of him. He jerks like a startled dog, and then stands there with all the grace of one after the fact, his hair stuck to the front of his face before he slowly reaches up to peel his bangs back to reveal —
A bitchface, temporary and fleeting and unused in as much as five years.]
Dude.
[Clipped, huffy, that kind of petulance a shaggy-headed, sweater-wearing kid just out of Palo Alto would employ. His dimples flash with the disapproval before he steps out of the now defeated put-out ring.]
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And then he gets a splash of water in his face, just as the stream peters down enough to actually hit the fire in front of him. He jerks like a startled dog, and then stands there with all the grace of one after the fact, his hair stuck to the front of his face before he slowly reaches up to peel his bangs back to reveal —
A bitchface, temporary and fleeting and unused in as much as five years.]
Dude.
[Clipped, huffy, that kind of petulance a shaggy-headed, sweater-wearing kid just out of Palo Alto would employ. His dimples flash with the disapproval before he steps out of the now defeated put-out ring.]
Yeah, well.
I had other things to worry about.