Dean shifts in his seat, watching as everyone giggles and whistles and jeers. They’re playing 7 Minutes in Heaven, and it’s as though Dean’s stepped back into his twelve year old self’s shoes. Well, if his twelve-year-old self had been sharing a bottle of jack with a group of five other sweaty teenagers.
Meg stumbles out of the closet, her lips turned in a perky smirk as she wiggles her eyebrows at their small group. Anna stumbles out not a moment later, her bright red hair all the more enunciated by the bright blush splayed over her cheeks.
“All right, Winchester,” Jo says from across the circle. “You’re up.”
What do you mean: this isn’t how Dean prayed? PFF NONSENSE.
He still is. They both still are. Holy crap, this gif. It speaks multitudes.