| Title: Nurse's Office Author: Jo Pairing: Dean Winchester/Nurse Harper Rating: PG Summary: Dean has a boo-boo. Disclaimer: Never happened. 100% fictional. I don't even own the characters, man. Notes: For monkiedude as a birthday gift. It's late, yes, but I do get there eventually!
"Defending my little brother," Dean says, smiling and batting big green eyes at Nurse Harper. Defending from his little brother, but she doesn't need to know that. Even if Dean does owe Sam one for his over-enthusiasm. "I see." Dark eyes look at him, a speculative gleam in their depths, and then she turns to pull the gauze and tape from the drawer. "You know you shouldn't be fighting." "It's just a little scratch," he says, as he hops off the table and sidles over towards her. He stops when she pins him with a level look. "You have blood dripping down your arm. Sit." Still smiling, he sits back on the edge of the table and gives her what he hopes his best soulful look. "You've got the most gorgeous eyes," he says, even as his gaze drops about a foot lower to admire the spectacular cleavage so lovingly displayed by her white blouse. If he tips his head just so, he can almost... "And you're sixteen years old, Mr. Winchester," she replies, voice low and amused as she starts to clean the cut running up his forearm. Each shift of her body causes her blouse to gape a little, and Dean can't help but notice that she doesn't even try to prevent it. Nice. "Almost seventeen," he points out, with all the arrogance of his years. She just smiles and shakes her head, fingers gentle on his arm as she wipes away the last traces of blood. "I stand corrected." Dean grins again and goes back to his not so surreptitious perusal of her ample cleavage. Maybe Herrington isn't going to be so bad after all.
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