A MAN'S GOTTA DO …
WOW: eyes. Even in Purgatory Dean has certain standards.
A double drabble because this weekend marks my fourth anniversary of fan fiction writing!
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I've just been borrowing them to play nicely with for the past four years.
Chapter 1
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"You're WHAT?"
Benny's piercing blue eyes widened as he glanced between his friend and the still, black expanse of the lake behind them.
"Taking a bath," muttered Dean, tugging his tattered T-shirt off.
"What in hell for?"
Dean sighed as he unbuttoned his fly; "it's okay for you squeaky-clean undead dudes, but I'm human; I sweat. And right now I'm filthy; my cooties have got cooties and I freakin' stink. Surely your super-sensitive vampire nose hasn't missed that small fact?"
Benny smiled inwardly.
He'd just been too darn nice to mention that Dean had been getting a bit ripe.
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tbc