Dean grinned lazily at the girl swaying next to the juke box.
The sloe-eyed, buxom brunette smiled back at Dean, an unspoken message in her eyes and he started across the bar towards her.
As he drew near, another girl stepped up beside his target. The two exchanged a few quiet words, then both smiled welcomingly at him, each woman the living image of the female standing beside her.
Twins
Dean murmured a soft hello as he slipped in between them, curving an arm around each slim waist and pulling them close.
Oh, yes.
It was good to be Dean.
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This is for Libby, who loves Dean's smile. And various other parts of his splendiferous anatomy.