you know? he thought that was a pretty good cheesy pick up line. and he tossed it crowley's way just to throw the demon off. make him wonder what the hell was going on. give him a lil bit of topsy turvy for his weeknight shenanigans of fucking around with dean. might as well toss it back. right? without the threats of violence and whatever else might come to mind given the circumstances at hand. yeah, there's a little bit of beer and whiskey that might be fueling the goofiness of it all. add in the fact that dean is..well..not quite himself but, then again, maybe more of himself than he'd ever admit to. but here they are. the two of them. what's done is done and now that COMPLIMENT is hanging in air. letting crowley digest it. like the watery little 'treat' dean compared him to.
green eyes fill with black irises as he's pulled in. yes. his gaze did move from crowley's eyes to his mouth. where it lingers for a sweep of his tongue over his own bottom lip. then jerks up. underneath a set of lidded lashes. a smirk twists in place as the demon pulls away just before their mouths touch. dean's lips still tingle as if they did. and that moment where they almost did flashes through his mind, so fleeting, the memory causes his stomach to clench. hmmm. he'll think on that later. "mmm. lucky me, indeed. so.. when did it hit you? that you were too nervous to linger that close to me for long. much less do anything else about what goes on in your mind when you are."
One of the funniest fanfic tropes is that one person has a shorter thicker cock and the other has a longer skinnier one, and it always imitates the person - like when people say dog owners look like their dogs