Dean Winchester (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} hellsboy) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} vas_captio_rpg, |
He flashed her another mischievous grin then purely because she'd made notice of it. "When I was twelve? Well of course. I was always this handsome. With the added bonus of only getting better with age." Well, he did know he was a good looking guy. There was no way to deny that his face had been a certain currency with girls, but he was pushing it to laughable with how narcissistic he was pretending to be. There was a difference between fact and really being full of oneself. He hoped.
He winced again and growled in the back of his throat as she fished around under his skin with the needle. Not at all one of this favorite things in the world. At least he had the boon of being near her, surrounded by her warmth and laughter. Fuck, was he having a chick flick moment right now? He groaned inwardly and forced himself to stop thinking and talk in spite of how little he felt like actually speaking with the twinges of pain in his hand.
"What were you just thinking about?" he asked. She could have just been very focused on his hand but he was curious if there had been more going on behind her eyes as she licked her lips before smiling in that odd little way she'd just done. If nothing else, Lexie was intriguing. He wasn't going to think about the nagging idea that was slowly occurring to him. The one that said he was hyper-focused on her so that he didn't have to think about the horrible rejection Shannon had just doled out to him. No. He liked Lexie. That was his story and he was sticking to it.
"Yes, Doc. I played flute which is the biggest reason why you have to fix my hands. Think I'll ever be able to play again?" he asked and fell into her laughter with his own as he impulsively he reached out with his free hand and gently brushed a stray strand of hair from her face.