HANDS OF GLORY

WOW: file. Teeny weeny spoiler for 6.6. 'You Can't Handle the Truth.'

Dean's got nice hands. He's also got a secret.

Disclaimer: I don't own Dean's hands or any other part of him for that matter.

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"Sam, you got a nail file? I got a hangnail, s'annoying me."

Sam scowled; "why would I have a nail file?"

Dean shrugged, "You just would. You've probably got the full manicure set with bendy scissors and those cuticle pushy-downy things."

Sam frowned suspiciously; "how d'you know about cuticles?"

Dean squirmed.

"I … uh, dated a, um … beautician once."

"Dude," Sam grinned with wicked glee; "you have manicures," he snorted, noticing for the first time how neat Dean's hands were.

"NO!"

"You do!"

"I don't!"

"Yeah, whatever Dean; where d'y go?"

Dean sighed in abject defeat.

"Same place Bobby gets his pedicures."

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