He's caught up in the watching, green eyes slightly glazed over and taking in the surrounding 'party guests' - Santana is...Jesus, she looks good, and he recalls his mantra to chant at the back of his mind, Not yet legal, not yet legal, not yet legal-
So instead, Dean looks to Cas, who has started making his way towards them with something akin to purpose. He's being awfully obvious about it, too. Any remaining subtlety at all is completely destroyed when Castiel bumps into a table and big wings grow from his back.
"...hooooly shit," Dean swears under his breath, eyes as wide as dinner plates. They're...they're really real. Really fuckin' real. And big, and slightly gray-ish, and they look soft and suddenly he wants to touch them. Dean nudges Kurt none-too-gently, still staring.
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So instead, Dean looks to Cas, who has started making his way towards them with something akin to purpose. He's being awfully obvious about it, too. Any remaining subtlety at all is completely destroyed when Castiel bumps into a table and big wings grow from his back.
"...hooooly shit," Dean swears under his breath, eyes as wide as dinner plates. They're...they're really real. Really fuckin' real. And big, and slightly gray-ish, and they look soft and suddenly he wants to touch them. Dean nudges Kurt none-too-gently, still staring.
"Dude. Dude, are you seeing what I'm seeing?"