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A small turn in the usual (Aidan)
There were months between the big night and this one. Aidan had been a good host, and it helped that the guy had a job. Dean had been forced to get a job to help out, even if the hunter continued to hunt. Aidan was helpful usually, but there were moments the murse got in the way. He had moments of being a little overprotective, more so now than before perhaps.
Sometimes those moments weren't even hunting related, like tonight.
"Hey, you didn't have to hit him. I could have done it." Dean smiled, head shaking at the memory of Aidan decking some guy who got a little handsy with the hunter's rear end. "I'm still pretty good at flattening some asshat." Dean's hand lifted in a fist, punching at the air. The hunter might have been a little tipsy.
"Though, gotta admit, I'm looking good." The jeans fit the curved hips. The shirt dipped to show just a hint of cleavage and rounded edge of a tattoo. No bra showed - not because the hunter wasn't wearing one but because the shirt didn't open that way. The shoes were functional, and the jacket was more fashionable than Dean would have worn before. It was tailored well enough to show that the the body beneath it was certainly female.
"You're just jealous I got the drink." The smirk on Dean's lips teased at the murse. "The chick wanted me along for a threesome. I'm the hot one. You scowl too much." Dean moved close to Aidan, hands lifting to poke a finger into each side of the murse's lips to make him smile.
"Would think it'd take me longer to get used to this hotness, than you." Dean hadn't started hitting on any men, but there was a strange small thrill at being this close to Aidan. A small thrill at Aidan's reaction at the bar, even if it aggravated the hunter. Dean was a woman who could protect herself.
Sometimes those moments weren't even hunting related, like tonight.
"Hey, you didn't have to hit him. I could have done it." Dean smiled, head shaking at the memory of Aidan decking some guy who got a little handsy with the hunter's rear end. "I'm still pretty good at flattening some asshat." Dean's hand lifted in a fist, punching at the air. The hunter might have been a little tipsy.
"Though, gotta admit, I'm looking good." The jeans fit the curved hips. The shirt dipped to show just a hint of cleavage and rounded edge of a tattoo. No bra showed - not because the hunter wasn't wearing one but because the shirt didn't open that way. The shoes were functional, and the jacket was more fashionable than Dean would have worn before. It was tailored well enough to show that the the body beneath it was certainly female.
"You're just jealous I got the drink." The smirk on Dean's lips teased at the murse. "The chick wanted me along for a threesome. I'm the hot one. You scowl too much." Dean moved close to Aidan, hands lifting to poke a finger into each side of the murse's lips to make him smile.
"Would think it'd take me longer to get used to this hotness, than you." Dean hadn't started hitting on any men, but there was a strange small thrill at being this close to Aidan. A small thrill at Aidan's reaction at the bar, even if it aggravated the hunter. Dean was a woman who could protect herself.