[ It would take nothing for Dean to start slamming heads together. Nothing at all. A seconds worth of their attention and Dean would be up and out of his seat, stomping faces and knocking people to pieces. It would even quell the urges that were bristling under his skin so vibrantly, the things he felt every second of every minute of every day. It was a brutal waiting game, holding off until the moment where he couldn't take it anymore and Dean was trying to be patient.

But it was hardly an easy thing.

Strumming his fingers on the countertop, Dean all but ducked his head to assess Lucifer, trying to see the wheels turning but not quite caring enough to figure it all out. Instead he shrugged, glancing out towards the rest of the bar in equal measure. ]

It's not like I don't have enough opportunity. I've got my place on Boardwalk and everyone else is just... dead broke.