71st Hunt [Action]

[dudeimbatman]

[Dean is underneath the Impala, legs sticking out, the sound of him sweet talking the car coming in quiet mutterings. He's changing out the fuel filter today and having a bit of trouble with it sticking. After a few minutes it comes free and it puts the new one in. Once that's done, he finishes up and slides out from beneath the car looking for someone to kiss.]


[ooc: Victory kisses curse! Tag your muse in and I'll tag back with Deano completing some mundane sort of task and then kissing your muse. If you've got ideas/suggestions/etc, add 'em into your tag.]

Comments

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Oh fuck you. Feeling cursed is more like it.

[He scrubs greasy hands over his face and head like he can scrub this moment from his brain.]

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

It's normal, you know. Boys aren't all that bad.



I was going to ask you something, but the hello kiss kinda made me forget.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Yeah, sorry. Still sticking with girls.

[He's just going to try and forget this happened. He reaches over and grabs a rag to wipe his hands on.]

What's up?

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

What a shame.

Can't wait to tell Aya about this. He'll laugh.



Okay, he won't, but it might make his lips twitch.

I really can't remember now.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Yeah he seems like a real laugh riot.

[Dean's just mostly rolling his eyes a lot at this point.]

Then don't you have a job to be at?

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

I'm sure I do, somewhere.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[And have a smirk from Dean.]

Kissing me really did knock all the damn sense out of you, didn't me?