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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