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Dean Winchester (hellsboy) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Dean smiled as she laughed. He liked the way, even if she wasn't full out laughing, it reached every part of her face. The more time he spent with her the prettier she seemed, especially now as she worked in her element, doing her thing and fixing him up. He got the impression she really enjoyed fixing people, healing. Of course, no one really went into medicine if they didn't like that, did they? He wasn't sure but he hoped they didn't. He'd seen more than his fair share of physicians and would no doubt see many more. He'd rather they want to be there than be half-distracted with disliking their job.

His eyes went slightly wide and he laughed as he pictured this sugar daddy ero of his life with a twenty-year-old girlfriend. "Oh I'm sure that's exactly what will happen when I'm ninety. If I live that long I'll have earned the twenty-year-old girlfriend. Maybe a couple. I mean Hefner will be out of the picture by that time. I could set myself up in the Playboy mansion and everything. Good thinking, Doc! I now have a new lifetime goal."

He hung his head, shaking it slowly from side to side. "What am I going to do at the Playboy mansion if I can't use my hands, Doc?" Looking playfully frustrated he sighed. Then his eyes lit with a new idea. "Maybe the bunnies will have to touch themselves for me." He couldn't keep a straight face for the line of bullshit and started chuckling even as she kept up with the needle under his skin.

Dean's eyes travelled the planes of her face slowly as she worked. He really would have liked to have kissed her again. It was important to get the damned splinters out of his hands but he was finding himself drawn to her mouth time and again whenever she laughed. There was something very sweet about her. Not his usual cup of tea but she could keep up with the game, the wit. He could picture himself at ninety with her on his lap. She was the sort of girl a guy could settle down with. If he were the settling sort.

He shook his head. Really? Lexie on his lap at ninety? Something not right about that coming to mind. This place was really getting to him. Turning him soft or something. He could not mellow. The minute you mellowed you lost your edge. That's when everything started taking you by surprise and you could get yourself or someone else killed. Dad's philosophy. It seemed sound. He pushed the image out of his mind and laughed at himself, then winced.