December 13th excerpt:
To say that Lestrade was bemused by all this would be an understatement. Now he was holding up two fingers. Evidently he couldn’t lift his middle finger as high as Dean wanted it independently, so the first one hovered just behind and above Dean. And while Lestrade was far from matching Dean’s level of drunk, his own whiskeys encouraged him to have a little fun.
Lestrade let his index finger curl in to gently settle on Dean’s head, mussing the teeny spike he’d styled it into.
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