As Dean roots through his front pockets, it occurs to him that there's probably a better place and time than barefoot in the grass with his dick out, but what the hell. This time tomorrow they might both be dead, and he's left enough things in his life unfinished. He won't let this one be the same if he can help it.
"The, uh," Dean says, fingers landing on what he's after, "The bank guys said we'd get better credit if we do this - " His free hand forms air quotes, " - the right way, or whatever. But they're probably right."
Pulling his hand out, Dean holds out a simple thick, gold band. It's not even an engagement ring, but no one really knew what to tell him when he'd said it was for a man, so a wedding band will have to do. "I can't promise you much," he says, cheeks coloring. "Just that I'll do my best to do right by you. If you want."
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Date: 2014-07-21 10:11 pm (UTC)"The, uh," Dean says, fingers landing on what he's after, "The bank guys said we'd get better credit if we do this - " His free hand forms air quotes, " - the right way, or whatever. But they're probably right."
Pulling his hand out, Dean holds out a simple thick, gold band. It's not even an engagement ring, but no one really knew what to tell him when he'd said it was for a man, so a wedding band will have to do. "I can't promise you much," he says, cheeks coloring. "Just that I'll do my best to do right by you. If you want."