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Dean Winchester (hellsboy) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Dean liked that smile she kept trying to fend off. It was cute and he'd felt it when she'd kissed him. She was biting her lip and he had no qualms about watching that for a beat, his eyes focused on her mouth before drifting lazily up to her eyes again. She was so easy to read and he knew he was an ass not taking this very seriously. Or maybe he was taking it somewhat seriously. He couldn't get her off his mind when they weren't together. Unsettling though. Get a hold of yourself, Winchester. This is not happening again, he thought.

"That sounds like a good idea to me, Doc. I'm afraid that if you don't work on them soon, I may never be able to use them again. That would be a huge shame. Right?" he asked, grinning and wiggled his eyebrows at her playfully.

Dean hopped up on the table as instructed, feeling very much like one of those kids in the Norman Rockwell prints about being at the doctor's office. He half expected her to pull out one of those knee-knocker things and make his leg jump for the hell of it. She seemed so in her element here among the odds and ends she'd collected with the anticipation of treating patients. He settled more comfortably to watch her in action.

"The checking out of your ass is going very well, by the way, Doc," he teased as she moved around. Then he held out his left hand to her as instructed, unworried about the discomfort that was about to follow as she removed the splinters. He'd had worse, much worse. "At least these aren't in my face. That was the worst."