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Dean Winchester (hellsboy) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Dean spluttered again and set aside his can completely to keep from laugh-choking himself to death. "Balls?" he asked because it was the last thing he had expected to hear out of her mouth. "Uh yeah... What does loopiness have to do with 'balls'?"

She was fantastic, he thought. Not in the sort of You're fantastic, let's fuck type way but in a more attractively naive way. She had no filter but what came out was never uncomplimentary even if it surprised him. He found himself wanting to just sit here with her for hours, hope some of her sanguine spirit would rub off on him.

The way she reacted to being touched by his hand confused him slightly though. She seemed to have little reaction other than interest in what she was seeing. No feeling seemed to have been attached to it. Now that was a first. Usually girls blushed or simpered or something but she didn't. Which served to somehow make him like her even more than he already did. He'd never met anyone like this girl.

"Ah yeah, tea. Can't say I like the stuff. Too, uh, herbal," he said and chuckled lightly, glancing up at the stars and then back to her again.

It was gratifying that at least his kiss on her cheek had produced a response. Even if she did look like he'd given her an electric shock not a kiss. "No, uh I think it's just me right now. Sorry about that," he answered, leaning back and then suddenly Sam was there demanding to know what they were doing. Which meant his brother was probably there to be defender and protector against the big bad Dean. What was with Sam and all the girls he'd met so far? Were they all under his protectorate or what?

"Nothing, dude. We're having a beer and a chat about the stars," he answered in annoyance even though Sam was purposely not looking at him.