( There's about two entire seconds where indignation flares up in him as the guy invites himself right on into Dean's car — it manifests in him standing up straight, lips parted, brow furrowed, about a breath away from woah, the hell do you think you're doing — but the sight of it stops him.
Dorky little guy looks cute when he's pleased. Plus, something about it pokes at some part of his brain he can't identify.
There's a contemplative pause between the question and the answer, and when he relents it's over more than just giving up his name. )
Dean. Stop bouncing, this ain't a trampoline.
( The latter bit is mild, absent grump, with no real commitment or heat. Not like it's actually gonna hurt the shocks, this thing's made of tougher stuff than that.
He rounds the hood toward the driver's seat, climbs in, then slings his arm over the back so he can half-turn and peer at the guy. )
Alright, if you're stickin' around, we're gonna have to lay down some ground rules.
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Dorky little guy looks cute when he's pleased. Plus, something about it pokes at some part of his brain he can't identify.
There's a contemplative pause between the question and the answer, and when he relents it's over more than just giving up his name. )
Dean. Stop bouncing, this ain't a trampoline.
( The latter bit is mild, absent grump, with no real commitment or heat. Not like it's actually gonna hurt the shocks, this thing's made of tougher stuff than that.
He rounds the hood toward the driver's seat, climbs in, then slings his arm over the back so he can half-turn and peer at the guy. )
Alright, if you're stickin' around, we're gonna have to lay down some ground rules.