... Okay, maybe not to that extent, but Dean is perhaps more than a little bit willing to get involved with a fan or two. Photo-ops are quick to turn into impromptu makeout sessions, Dean not having a clue as to what the big deal is but leaving a few melty women in his wake. Picking up numbers and leaving behind mumbled promises of threesomes is just too goddamn easy before he's marching off again, ego boosted triumphantly. Not that he really needs it to be but hey, whatever, this is just what happens when you're the biggest dickhead on the block.
It has yet to get old, though this time Dean hesitates as another person shouts something in his direction, glancing over his shoulder- ] I should'a been making out with who, now?
3. (maurtia falls)
[ Dean does not mind the rain.
It's actually kind of appealing, and if anything, Dean might have been lingering, making himself loudly known and all too eager to attract the wrong kind of attention out on the streets. He had no intention of hiding away in a coffee shop, but a bar is a bar is a bar and he can't help but grin at the leering sight of men who want nothing more than to bash his head in the second he starts chatting up the barkeep. Whiskey might be calling to him, but it's the attention that he wants, swirling the liquid in his glass and leaning in close, elbow on the sticky tabletop as he still drips rainwater, shaking his head with near ridiculous amounts of self pity. ]
Nothing like being the new guy- What am I even supposed to do with these, what- powers? Be some kinda superhero?
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... Okay, maybe not to that extent, but Dean is perhaps more than a little bit willing to get involved with a fan or two. Photo-ops are quick to turn into impromptu makeout sessions, Dean not having a clue as to what the big deal is but leaving a few melty women in his wake. Picking up numbers and leaving behind mumbled promises of threesomes is just too goddamn easy before he's marching off again, ego boosted triumphantly. Not that he really needs it to be but hey, whatever, this is just what happens when you're the biggest dickhead on the block.
It has yet to get old, though this time Dean hesitates as another person shouts something in his direction, glancing over his shoulder- ] I should'a been making out with who, now?
3. (maurtia falls)
[ Dean does not mind the rain.
It's actually kind of appealing, and if anything, Dean might have been lingering, making himself loudly known and all too eager to attract the wrong kind of attention out on the streets. He had no intention of hiding away in a coffee shop, but a bar is a bar is a bar and he can't help but grin at the leering sight of men who want nothing more than to bash his head in the second he starts chatting up the barkeep. Whiskey might be calling to him, but it's the attention that he wants, swirling the liquid in his glass and leaning in close, elbow on the sticky tabletop as he still drips rainwater, shaking his head with near ridiculous amounts of self pity. ]
Nothing like being the new guy- What am I even supposed to do with these, what- powers? Be some kinda superhero?