He hasn't let her know to expect him, but still, Dean's disappointed when his knock finds him still standing alone on her step minutes later. "Faye?" he calls up at closed window, but nobody answers, and Dean shuffles away again with a sigh. He has some free time, Cori squared away and the clinic stocked, and he'd thought it might be nice to take her to the museum or something, make fun of all the sadsack dinosaurs now that they can't hurt them.
Hands in his coat pockets, Dean walks slowly down the street, just about to turn for home when he hears a noise down the alley to the Opera House. Brow furrowed, Dean follows it, a heat stirring in his gut that he can't explain until he rounds the corner and sees just who's making all those little grunts and groans.
"Need a hand?" Dean asks with a wide grin, his hand splayed wide against the hull of the Redtail like it'd really rather be splaying somewhere else. She's a sight, all flushed and coalstained cheeks, and it's hard for Dean not to just drop to his knees right there.
A moment later, that's just what he does, his gloves peeled off and hands reaching. "Let's play buried treasure. I find the parts of you not smeared in coal and get to do whatever I want with them."
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Hands in his coat pockets, Dean walks slowly down the street, just about to turn for home when he hears a noise down the alley to the Opera House. Brow furrowed, Dean follows it, a heat stirring in his gut that he can't explain until he rounds the corner and sees just who's making all those little grunts and groans.
"Need a hand?" Dean asks with a wide grin, his hand splayed wide against the hull of the Redtail like it'd really rather be splaying somewhere else. She's a sight, all flushed and coalstained cheeks, and it's hard for Dean not to just drop to his knees right there.
A moment later, that's just what he does, his gloves peeled off and hands reaching. "Let's play buried treasure. I find the parts of you not smeared in coal and get to do whatever I want with them."