( Dean's got the look of a man who likes to smile, but who does not get to smile nearly as often as he should. It splits his features now, a wide and charming and extremely genuine grin. It's authentic, this warmth he puts out for Jon — no question, no doubt, that he's well-received here. Not to toot his own horn, but if someone AU'd Dean Winchester into Game of Thrones there's no damn doubt this man would be a Northman.
Maybe that's why they got along so well, in that other life, where they were mostly impressions and variations of their truer selves. )
That-
( He says, nodding his head toward the green-felted, well-worn table across the room even as he pours Jon something from the tap into a nice, cold glass. )
-is a pool table, and it's a freaking crime I let you go this whole time without kicking your ass at it yet.
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Maybe that's why they got along so well, in that other life, where they were mostly impressions and variations of their truer selves. )
That-
( He says, nodding his head toward the green-felted, well-worn table across the room even as he pours Jon something from the tap into a nice, cold glass. )
-is a pool table, and it's a freaking crime I let you go this whole time without kicking your ass at it yet.