[By the time she opens the door, Dean is smiling too. It's warm, and it's true, the soft one that so few ever really get to see from him; the flashy grins and winks and eyebrow raises he hands out like candy are real, too, sometimes but this is something more personal. This is just Dean, smiling at Elena.
He's so proud of her, and he's so happy for her. It makes it easier to look away from how much he doesn't want her to go.]
Hey pickle. [He holds up the whiskey as he slides past her, the glasses behind it, eyebrow raised. She did offer one last drink, after all.
One last. One more. He shakes his head at himself and, instead of saying anything that's piling up in his throat, he affects a mock stern air.] You sure you don't have to drive, young lady?
[ Spam ] !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He's so proud of her, and he's so happy for her. It makes it easier to look away from how much he doesn't want her to go.]
Hey pickle. [He holds up the whiskey as he slides past her, the glasses behind it, eyebrow raised. She did offer one last drink, after all.
One last. One more. He shakes his head at himself and, instead of saying anything that's piling up in his throat, he affects a mock stern air.] You sure you don't have to drive, young lady?