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Dean Winchester (hellsboy) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-14 22:16:00

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!complete, day 11, dean winchester, lexie grey, location: gym

Day 11: Early Morning
Who: Dean Winchester & Lexie Grey
What: Dean is hurt, Lexie's a doctor... um
When: Early morning
Where: Gym
Rating: R (language - it IS Dean)
Status: Active

Dean had spent a really restless night on the cot. Half the time he was either in pain, tossing and turning in such a way as to not bump the broken bones even if his body didn't want to sleep just on one side, or awake and listening to the pitiful groans of others in far more pain than he was. It made for a very cranky morning when the sun finally began peeking through the cracks in the rubble of the gym roof and walls. He grumbled under his breath as he tried to turn over and gasped as a sharp pain shot through his side.

"Oh fucking, fuck," he cussed and pulled himself up to a sitting position with another gasp against the pain. He'd been dreaming, during what little time he'd spent sleeping, about the red-eyed man yanking his arm and popping his elbow back into joint with a wet, angry stab of pain. He momentarily thought Elliot was back at his side, discussing where it hurt but he blinked his eyes hard a few times. Life around him was chaos.

"Someone needs their ass fucking kicked in," he grumbled and held his arms close to his side, surveying the chaos of the gym with bleary eyes. He wondered if, among the cots, Sam was among the wounded. He wanted to catch the next person in a white lab coat and ask. He grabbed at the passing tail of a white coat and held fast. "Is my brother here?" he demanded.

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-06-14 09:41 pm UTC (link)

Lexie had taken it upon herself to man what was left of the Clinic for the morning shift. She was pretty sure that both Doctors House and Reid had done exemplary work and that all she would have to deal with were calls for water, or maybe another pillow. She'd been up with the sun anyway, so, to let them and Granny rest seemed like the right thing to do. Besides, if she really needed help she could call for it, right?

Most people were keeping rather quietly to themselves, still sleeping or scribbling away or watching the ceiling. Lexie felt for the ceiling watchers, she really did.

"Oh fucking fuck," drifted into her ears as an all too familiar voice as the cursing continued. "Is my brother here?" Finally ended it all. Lexie managed to get herself out of her cot and over to his own. Her scrubs were dirty and her hair was in a glorified top knot. Crowning glory of her condition was the sling made out of an old wool blanket that held her left arm in a neutral position.

"He's off trying to straighten out stuff with shelter," she said quietly, taking a seat on the empty cot next to his. "How you feeling?" She asked gently. She was fairly certain now was not quite the time to be flirty or playful. No, she was Doctor Lexie Grey, for the moment at least.

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hellsboy
2009-06-14 09:49 pm UTC (link)

He heard the voice before his eyes focused on her face. Dean almost smiled but he was concerned about Sam. "He's doing what? Shelter?" he asked and blinked hard, looking up at Lexie. Her face was a welcome change from the unpleasantness around him. She might be smudged and dirty and her hair a mess but she was still Lexie and still lovely. He was happy to see her.

"Does that mean he's not hurt?" he asked. He shifted his position as he sat on the cot, wincing slightly as his elbow twinged with pain and his ribs rebelled against having to support him while he sat and breathed. Of all the things to hurt - breathing seemed the stupidest and most pathetic. He wished he could have seen her again under better circumstances. But what they had was what they got, apparently.

"I'm ... I'm spectacular. Ready for dancing," he said and flashed her a charming smile. It was tinged with the pain he felt but he was holding his own in the charm department. He wanted her to smile. "Do you think you could give me a little crinkle, Doc? I'm fiending something bad."

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-06-14 09:59 pm UTC (link)

Lexie was smiling, a tired expression that hung in a sad way like rain laden leaves. She pulled her knees up to sit Indian style on the cot, wincing as she momentarily forgot not to move her left arm. "There was an all call for help, anyone who was able to help find stuff for constructing more shelter. Seems most of the town was leveled." She didn't know how much of it Dean had seen on his way in - or if he'd been in any sort of condition to see it. From what Lexie had heard it was pretty bad out there. Hell, it was pretty bad in here.

"Bumps and bruises, he seemed well enough to camp outside last night. He was keeping an ear open in case you needed anything. He was worried about you." Lexie hadn't seen Sam herself, but again, she'd listened. She hadn't been doing much more than listening, actually. Not much doctoring, either.

"Dancing, yeah?" Her smile warmed a little. "I'd crinkle if I could," she chewed her lip a moment. "You just had to go an screw up those hands, huh? I worked hard at fixing those."

Her elbow made contact with her knee as she leaned forward, shaking her head as she realized that in spite of the pain he'd still kept himself pretty much the same. She wondered how he did it. She, on the other hand, had faded into this rather unfortunate realm of self pity. She didn't want to do that.

"Looks like there won't be any Sno-Bo groping for you, unfortunately."

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hellsboy
2009-06-15 12:15 am UTC (link)

Dean watched her seem to second guess herself or whatever it was that brought that light to her eyes that seemed to say "Defeated." Maybe it was only his viewpoint but she wasn't the girl he'd met twice now. He couldn't blame her though. This was hell or purgatory and they were all subject to the pain and overwhelming hopelessness of it all. What he really wanted to do was touch her cheek. His broken hands prohibited this so he had to resort to words instead.

"You did a damn good job with these hands too, Doc. I knew I could play the concert piano when I left here last time. Think I'll be able to play with your hair any time soon?" he asked with a slight smile. He knew she knew that this was a game at this point. The broken hands and her exhaustion were enough to hinder any sort of flirting they'd had before now. Still, he felt like she was the one person here he wanted to connect with so he was glad she was a doctor and therefore making rounds and all but required to talk to him right now while everyone else slept.

"Thanks for letting me know about Sam, Lexie," he said, a beat later. "It's good to know he's okay enough not to be here. Think I'll be out and about soon myself?" His eyes held some hope that he wouldn't be stuck here with broken ribs and arm and hands soon. It was all so overwhelming. He wanted to be out there helping people somehow. He hoped she'd tell him it would all be over soon and he'd be back to work even if he knew that was an impossibility.

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-06-15 12:49 am UTC (link)

Lexie worked desperately to tuck away whatever had broken over the past 18 hours. She didn't want to be like this in front of him. He'd been hurt so much worse than she was, and he didn't sit there moping. He was cracking jokes and being kind. She wouldn't have expected anything less from him; yet, she felt like she was giving him less than he expected from her. He expected a doctor and the cheerful girl who had manned the clinic. Instead he'd wound up with this sour puss.

"Oh yeah, I thought for sure you'd be making ships in a bottle any day now." She wanted to reach out and take his hand. She knew how they felt in hers from the day prior - was it so wrong to want to feel that again?

"Of course," she nodded, if Meredith were here she'd want to know that she was OK. "I don't know, El-- Doctor Reid, she seems very, very good at her job." She seemed like she was miles beyond Lexie; and for Lexie that was a comfort. It meant that the intern was no longer running the clinic.

"You know what makes me feel better?" She asked, scooting from the cot she'd been on to the floor beside his. At a few points she'd mistakenly moved her arm, causing a wince and a hiss. "When I was hurt, or sick, or upset my mom would sit down next to me. She wouldn't have to say anything but she'd just..." Tentatively her right hand reached out and stroked his hair. If she could see herself she'd call it ridiculous and vulnerable and probably not at all in line with what Dean was looking for. However, it was the closest thing she could do to doctoring right now.

"We'll have you back to hero-ing in no time," she said quietly, resting her head on the edge of his cot. She was hoping she could get back to proper doctoring soon, herself.

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hellsboy
2009-06-15 08:47 am UTC (link)

Lexie looked so drained that Dean felt bad for her. What she must've seen and done in the last few hours. It had to have been horrible and hard especially with only 3 or 4 of them working on so many without proper equipment most of the time. He wanted to put out his arms and offer her a place to rest but he wasn't sure he could manage that without hurting himself and possibly her. She was injured too. Injured and working. She was such a trooper. He admired her for that.

"Ships in a bottle?" he asked and laughed quietly so he wouldn't disturb the others around them who were resting. It made him wince as his ribs protested the activity. "I guess these delicate beauties won't be working the fine motor skills angle anytime soon. Even if El Doctor," he quipped from her slip of the tongue, "did a very good job." He held up his bandaged hands and gave her a tired but playful smile.

His eyes burned somewhat from the fatigue of having not gotten good sleep. Maybe it was time to give up the ghost and try to get some real rest. He slid down so that he was lying on the cot again, gritting his teeth against the pain. It was an unattractive expression, he knew, so he tried to turn it into a toothy grin and winked at her. She might not have seen any of it though as she was making her own way down onto the floor beside him.

"Your mom was a wise woman," he said and felt a wave of warmth and reassurance wash over him as she stroked his hair. Maybe he was vulnerable himself right now. Not that he'd admit to it but it took a lot of energy to maintain the snarky, devil may care demeanor. Energy was not something he had a lot of right now so the walls were slipping. The fingers in his hair were not helping. Not that he minded in the least.

When she rested her head on the edge of the cot he had the desire again to hold out his arms and offer her a place to rest. It would feel nice to just hold her, tuck her head in under his chin and quietly doze together. "Hey, think you can take a short cuddle break with me? If you settle on the right, you'll miss all my broken bones. Promise I'll behave myself," he said truthfully. There would be no hanky panky from this Winchester for a while.

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-06-15 12:53 pm UTC (link)

There was a quiet bit of laughter from Dean and she noiced the wincing. Broken ribs, how had she forgotten? She felt like she was losing her edge. Elliot had taken such careful notes and Lexie had studied them like she was back at Seattle Grace - how had she let a fact like his ribs run to the back of her brain and settle there like the name of her seventh grade math teacher?

Lexie snorted a little as he called her on the slight stutter she'd presented with. She'd noticed that Elliot had been very careful, always introducing herself as 'Doctor Reid' and keeping that boundary quite firm between she and the patients. It made Lexie wonder if she'd done the whole thing wrong; that if she could go back to when she was dropped here if she ought to have set herself up at Doctor Grey instead of Lexie Grey, Doctor.

She imagined what his hands must look like beneath the bandages and even moreso how they must actually feel. Her insides quivered. It was then she was on the floor beside his space, her fingertips trailing slowly through his hair. A gesture of comfort and care. Innocent, really. Even her own eyes were slipping shut as she finally just relaxed into the role of caregiver.

"Cuddle break?" she murmured, the ministrations of her fingertips not stopping though her eyes slid languidly open again. More than anything, even being useful perhaps, Little Grey wanted to feel safe. At this moment there wasn't a sexual bone in her body. There was no such thing as attraction or chemistry or spark - at this moment she was at the very basic part of Maslow's pyramid: security. She needed to somehow be reminded of what security was and what it meant.

"I think I can manage that," she said quietly, pushing herself backward to stand. It was an awkward process, and something she should have thought of before she sat. Her joints were sore and aching as she reached her right arm behind her and pushed up. There was a feeble groan as she tried to push down the pain in her shoulder. Lexie was no dancer, and grace never quite came naturally to her; thus trying to move with an arm essentially out of the equation only served to make her feel lopsided.

Once she was standing it took her a moment to figure out just how to navigate beside him. His hands mangled, her shoulder mashed it was like trying to fit a pair of oddly shaped puzzle pieces together with the danger of breaking them to bits if they weren't slid together just so. Slowly and with great care, she climbed onto the cot beside him, feeling instantly small. Though, it was OK to feel that way, because there was an implicit trust. She knew, in spite of her nightmare, that he wouldn't let anything happen to her. He was a hero; she'd heard the stories as they'd flitted around the gym. He'd saved a girl by jumping out in front of her, it's how he'd gotten hurt.

Gently she put her head on his shoulder, shifting the sling a bit more loosely around her neck. She wanted to hold on to him. She wanted to be held. Instead, she just managed to lay there, huddled up beside him on the cot.

"Thank you," she whispered. It was the safest she'd felt in the past 24 hours.

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hellsboy
2009-06-15 07:30 pm UTC (link)

Dean watched her struggle to her feet and wished he could help her. He wondered then why he was always so quick to want to help all these girls. Lexie and Luna, he understood, but why all of them? And why were there so many of them that seemed to need help. This place was full of big, dumb men who could do the grunt work and intelligent, tiny women who needed to be protected. That was a generalization of course but it struck him then just how lopsided everything was here. But as long as the need was there, he was going to do what he could until he was too exhausted to do any more. Then he'd rest, heal and get back to it.

He scooted over in the cot as she moved to lie down beside him. It was a slow, careful dance of fitting into each other in the exact way so as not to hurt either one of them in the process. Still there were plenty of bumps and winces and twinges of pain for Dean. He was sure she felt them in her own shoulder. He was almost not sure it had been a good idea for him to suggest this. But when she was settled he was glad he'd asked her. He was glad for her warm body against his and the way she fit against him. He couldn't do much but he did put his arm around her, resting his bandaged hand gingerly against her shoulder.

"Thank you," he whispered back, grateful she wanted to be close. Having her there was soothing and she was the one person here, other than Sam, that he trusted implicitly. When that had happened he wasn't sure but he knew that his walls were down with Dr. Lexie Grey right now and he knew instinctively that she would be gentle as always. She was safe territory. He hoped she felt the same way about him. That even though they'd hardly known each other a few days, he was someone she could rely on.

Gently he nuzzled her hair with his chin because he couldn't stroke it comfortingly the way she'd stroked his. What would this experience be like without her? She was so calm and composed in spite of everything that was happening around them. He wondered if she had some secret way of being detached from it all for the sake of her work or if she was the type to stuff it down like he did and blow up later when no one was around. There was a lot about her he'd like to know but he was not one for heart to hearts usually and now was not really the time to get into it. Maybe he'd ask her out for some skunky beer and some conversation later when the whole disaster was behind them and he was more on the mend. Dean Winchester, bigshot dude did not have friends. But maybe Lexie Grey was the exception to the rule.

"So," he said quietly. "Have you done much crinkling lately? I've been in withdrawal. Think maybe you might give me a little crinkle sometime, Doc?" He smiled to himself and breathed out a laugh into her hair. They'd come full circle in some ways. This was a lot less sexually charged than the first time they'd cuddled together back in the pharmacy. It was just as nice as far as he was concerned. Especially considering he was managing pain, albeit not as much as before because he'd been given some medication. The quiet, rest with her was exactly what he needed right now.

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-06-16 08:49 pm UTC (link)

Her injured shoulder was tucked beneath her, the compression of it beneath her an actual relief as bones and tendons tried to find their natural place once more. The sling they'd made had been less than idea as it didn't allow her to pull the socket back into place, leaving her arm still hanging which only irritated the wound more. She kept waiting to hear the magical pop of ligaments finding their home, though she knew it would take time and work.

She felt like a rock, his whispered thanks met only with a slow nod, a quiet sigh, and the delicate placement of her hand not far from her head as she mimic'd the concept of holding. She could feel his hand set down on her shoulder and decided that this was close enough. She could breathe and she could rest. The gym was quiet and it was OK to just lie there for a little while.

Already her eyes were fighting a losing battle, feeling his chin rub slowly back and forth making a molasses slow smile stick to her lips and spread. Comfort. Protection. Safety. Breathing. Who knew these things were luxuries; though, apparently for Lexie they were. She felt like she was indulging, like she was having something she shouldn't. Perhaps she'd managed to get too used to being scared.

When she realized he was asking if she'd been crinkling lately she couldn't help but giggle quietly. "Only in your dreams, Winchester," she whispered, opening her eyes and titling her head to look up at him.

"Heated any spaces lately?" She was trying to tease back well, though she felt like she was running on fumes. Her mind worked to avoid any connontations to that phrase. She and Dean were just a pair of people who got on really well. They flirted and made out. He brought her flowers. She fixed his hands.

They were a pair who sparred and jabbed and were caught up in an impossible situation. Impossible situations make for impossible things. That meant to Lexie that she ought to only try and thrive in the quiet moments and not read too much into anything. She supposed he probably needed someone to hold just as much as she did. No need to assume anything, Lexie; unless it's that everything means nothing at all.

"We could be on a beach right now," she murmured breathily. "Maybe in Tahiti. Or the Bahamas. Someplace tropical. Waves lapping in on our feet. A nice bucket of beers, maybe a stereo." Her mind was carrying her off and away to a shore somewhere that they were lounging in the sand. Her mind slipped miles away from Vas then and for a few brief moment's Lexie Grey had her escape.

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hellsboy
2009-06-18 09:52 am UTC (link)

Pain killers were nice but they didn't stop you from feeling sudden jarring or incidental twinges. Ah well. She was a salve all on her own to him right now. Having her there made it easier for him to relax and ease out of the wired state he'd been in all day. He hoped she'd stay for a few hours but he was pretty sure she'd have to get up and get back to work. It seemed to be in her nature to be busily working whenever she could be. Why else would she have set up the clinic?

"Since I'm falling asleep, you promise?" he asked and grinned sleepily down at her as she looked up. He gave her an impulsive, light peck on the lips. It seemed the natural thing to do and he was nothing if not affectionate at the moment. Just an unavoidable side effect of being sleepy... or maybe of being with her. He couldn't tell anymore. In the back of his mind a small voice told him he wouldn't have done it had she been Shannon and the fact that Shannon had crept into his time with Lexie annoyed him momentarily. He shoved thoughts of her aside.

"You know, I almost went supernova the other day," he answered her and gave her the gentlest of squeezes with the elbow that rested against her. "Almost wish it would snow again." He yawned softly, turning his face away from her as he did.

He wondered what she was thinking about as she fell quiet for a few moments or if she'd fallen asleep. He began to drift off himself until she started talking again. It startled him slightly and he chuckled inwardly at himself. He really had let his guard down, hadn't he? Startled by someone murmuring about beaches and relaxation.

"Mm sounds good to me, Doc. At this beach are you wearing a bikini?" he asked softly with a note of amusement in his voice. Unable to help himself, he added, "Or would this be a nudist beach?" He laughed then but it was so quiet that all he did was shake slightly and cough once as his ribs protested again.

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-06-18 01:28 pm UTC (link)

Lexie is he sort to be a mover and a shaker. In fact, her tendency to keep moving, even at a slow pace lead some to wonder if she didn't rely upon some sort of chemical to fuel her energy, for better or worse she was more fueled by an odd mixture of curiousity and compassion. Well, that an a set of goals that served more like fodder for a steeple chase than a finish line for a sprinter.

"I'll see what I can do," she said to his grin, her own expression about to mirror his own as that brief brush of his lips left her smile stuck somewhere between dreamy grin and subtle smirk. "I'd call that funny business," she mused, laying her head back down on his shoulder. She wasn't certain what had brought that tiny bit of affection her way but it left her half-dead brain swimming.

"Supernova." That should have sounded like a question, instead it was more of a statement. "That would have been one awfully warm space." When he'd mentioned the snow her mind went to retracing the pharmacy which of course made her thoughts wander. It was how she'd wound up with her brain on the beach. This time, Dean wasn't her cabana boy, he was settled in a hammock with her. It was summer, he in his trunks, she in her swimsuit the feel of his skin against hers hot and soft.

"Bikini?" That did sound like a question this time as her mind left surfside and landed itself back onto the cot next to the object of her affection. Her mind had slipped itself off to that place, hadn't it? She'd worked so hard at being busy and distracted and flirty and not 'that' girl; that she'd taken a step down the path from flirty friend to flirty with intent. Intent to what?

Oh, she didn't want to go that way. It was never good to go that way. Crash and burn. Contrary to what she thought she did or did not want to do, Lexie stayed right where she was, her breathing slow as she chewed her lip a little. She couldn't help but feel like she'd managed to step onto a live wire. Dean was the flirty gallavanting hero who ran around saving girls. Don't set yourself up for this one, Lexie, she thought, forcing her mind back into the wit and comfort of their playful banter. "Why is it I can picture you in a purple banana hammock?"

She noticed the way he winced when he laughed and immediately she wished she hadn't joked. "Sorry," she whispered and winced. Her free hand snaked up from where it rested on his chest up toward his right shoulder to gently rub, a consolatory gesture.

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hellsboy
2009-06-21 11:09 pm UTC (link)

"Funny business? You ain't seen nothing, sister," he answered with a laugh in his tone that wasn't going to come out if he could help it. He wanted to just let go and laugh with her the way they'd done the last time they'd been together. And the time before that. It seemed every time she was around he felt less weighed down by everything and more apt to find the simple things important or, well, funny.

Was it a bad thing that when he closed his eyes then he suddenly recalled the image of Lexie on his knee at 90? That had been a disconcerting thought yesterday. It seemed less so now but maybe that was just because he was half asleep and she was beside him. He smiled to himself and let his mind wander down that avenue a short while until her voice interrupted his thoughts.

"It was extremely warm. It would've been so much better if there had been snow and a freezing girl I could save," he teased. His mind was very much back at the pharmacy now. Not with the beach and the summer fantasy she'd cooked up to trick herself into thinking she was warmer than she was. No, back on the kisses they'd had. The back and forth and the ultimate almost that had never happened because of the damned Weevil. He regretted it now that they hadn't gotten more time together because of that. It was a lot less intense between them now.

Still it was probable that wasn't completely gone if it'd been there to begin with. He knew he would never say not to exploring that avenue again if she was interested. Especially when she quipped about the banana hammock. That was the way it had started, wasn't it? Quipping back and forth. The easy banter. "Purple with a yellow smiley face on the front actually," he answered and laughed in spite of himself.

He wished he could do more than just lie there and give her another squeeze with his elbow then when she apologized for causing him to laugh and wince at the pain. Her hand, rubbing gently was, to Dean, a return of the affection he'd been feeling. It made him smile again. All was well with the world, wasn't it? No earthquake had happened. Nothing crazy was going on around them. There was just this. Right now. He really appreciated her for creating that glass bubble for him.

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-06-22 08:34 am UTC (link)

"I hope not," she smirked. Her brain was set back in the pharmacy as well. She wouldn't lie, if he ever dared to ask what her brain was meandering on about - it was how easy it had been for her to fit with him. The way they jabbed at each other, the way they'd laughed with each other, the way they'd held and kissed. It fit. It jived. It was electric. Was Lexie regretting that the Weevil had interrupted? Not exactly. She was regretting that whatever groove they'd been in had been kicked off it's tracks.

"I'm sure if you tried you could have found a girl to pretend to be freezing for you," and that girl could have been her. She would have played along. She would have wanted to relive that moment in the pharmacy where they were so much closer than they were lying on this cot. It was like trying to capture lightning in a bottle or reclaim a moment of laughter. Yet, she was determined to do it.

"That sounds like one happy Speedo," her response was tinged with laughter, canting her head again to catch a glimpse of his smile. She liked it when he smiled. She liked to think that maybe she could do something to cause it. It was nice to see him exactly the same, she wanted to drink whatever Kool-Aid he had if it meant that she'd get to not be quite as affected.

"Doc?" She heard, making her squeeze her eyes shut. Her little moment had been quashed. The beach and it's hammock had turned back into a cot. The pharmacy and those quiet moments with Dean had faded into him with broken hands and she with a bashed in shoulder. The fantasy had stopped and she was back in the disaster.

"I have to go," she whispered, slowly craning her neck to look up at him. She hoped he could read the disappointment in her features beyond that focused look of dedication.

"Doc?" The voice called a bit more urgently.

"I'm here, I'm coming," she breathed in slowly. With a gentle shift she was carefully pushing herself up, her shoulding giving less than vague protest as she tried to sit up with a wince. Carefully replacing the sling her arm was again useless against her and she tried to contain the feeling that she wanted to hit the snooze bar.

One leg started to dangle off the cot's edge. Pulling it back she turned, leaning over him. "Thank you, hero," she murmured, a delicate brush of her lips to his that left her wanting to melt back into the cot, to forget the patient and the quake and her job. Couldn't she just stay, just this once?

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hellsboy
2009-06-23 01:03 pm UTC (link)

Dean coughed another laugh that wanted to simply explode out of him but he wasn't going to let it. Those ribs had had enough. He'd had enough. He gave her a squeeze with his elbow again. "Well see I couldn't find you and since you have the experience already under your belt no one else was really qualified." He closed his eyes then and smiled up at the ceiling, his mind still wandering through that day in the pharmacy. He hoped they'd have another one.

"Very happy Speedo if it's - " he stopped and snorted out his laughter. He'd just leave that one hang in the balance between them. Let her use her imagination to complete the sentence because he was bordering on being just plain lecherous and that wasn't his style. His chest shook with silent laughter beneath her.

When he heard someone's voice calling for "Doc" it didn't immediately register in Dean's tired brain that it was the signal for game over. At least this round anyway. He was slipping gently into that strange place between awake and dreaming with a smile on his face and her face on his mind.

Then she said she had to go and he was immediately struck with disappointment. His eyes fluttered open and saw that her expression matched his. Well that was a good sign at least. Right? He watched her get up and let his arm slide away down her back. "Time for the next cuddle date?" he quipped though he didn't feel like laughing now. "You're welcome. And thank you for taking pity on a poor invalid man."

He flashed her his teeth in one of his most charming, if very sleepy, smiles. "Better come back later, Doc. I might need more looking after."

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