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Dean Winchester (hellsboy) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

"Oh that does sound bad, Doc," he said quietly and kissed her again. This time his kiss was light and full of affection instead of insistence. He pulled back after a beat or two and brushed his thumb along her cheek. His expression telling her just how attractive he found her. Dean Winchester, master of subtlety when he wanted to be.

"So do you think my hands are salvageable?" he asked with pretend concern. He placed his hands in hers again, allowing her to step back if she chose considering he'd pulled her right up to him. That didn't really make for easy examination of said splinters and he would have at least liked them removed at some point.

Besides, last thing he wanted to do was set a trend of never getting to laugh with her because he was busy trying to get in her pants. For some reason now, more than any other time in his life, the way a girl thought and laughed was important to him. It felt like that was necessary to ground him in the middle of all this shit going on in this crazy place. He was glad to be afforded even a small piece of that and not worry about going all stepford on her. Not now anyway. He'd been forced past that. He was glad for that, if nothing else.