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“So you’re Dean,” Jess says. The way she won’t stop staring at him rankles in a way Dean thinks it shouldn’t. He’s used to hot chicks being unable to take their eyes off him, after all.
It’s just that this hot chick is Sammy’s girl, and therefore technically off-limits.
“Yeah,” he agrees, leaning back against the couch and kicking his feet up on the coffee table.
Jess doesn’t seem to notice. She’s too busy staring at his face with that high, almost shocked color in her cheeks.
“And you’re Sam’s brother."
Dean cocks his head to the side, frowning slightly. He’s starting to think maybe the reason Jess is with Sam instead of some stud is because she’s not all that bright.
“Yeaaah,” he agrees, drawling the word out as he stretches one arm out across the back of the couch and makes himself at home.
“Oh.” She falls silent then, for all of about ten seconds, and then fidgets and says, “It’s just that. You know. From the way Sam talks about you, I thought.”
One of Dean’s eyebrows lifts. Whatever it is, this is gonna be good. He can tell from the embarrassment in Jess’ voice.
“Yeah?” he says, giving her a filthy, ‘it’s all true’ grin. “What’s he say?”
But for some inexplicable reason, she shakes her head at that, tearing her gaze from him and all but running from the room.
“Nothing,” she answers over her shoulder as she goes. “I just didn’t think he was talking about his brother, is all.”