It hadn't been all that hard to track down Sam and Dean once Dean had hit the hospital. Gunshot wounds weren't all that common in this town, and there weren't that many hospitals to check. It was also, after that, that she learned to tell the two apart. The one she had thought was Dean, the one who pinned her to the car was Sam
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Tonya waved her fingers at him. "Don't worry Mr. Reynolds. I'll go get your brother ready for discharge now. The forms on at the counter."
Sam smiled, his dimples showing as he buttoned up the last two buttons on his shirt before heading to the counter, reaching over for a pen in his back pocket.
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She knew she had to cover her face well enough, considering he'd gotten a rather good look at her, but a little make-up really did wonders. Plus, switching the accent up for a more breathy American one wouldn't hurt either. She rested her elbow on the counter, twirling one of the pens in her fingers, before giving him the best flirty smirk she could muster.
Her eyes wandered down slightly, catching sight of the bulge that had to be the foot sitting in his back pocket. Her eyes flashed up to him, and she turned the end of the pen in his direction, waiting for him to take it.
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She could read the forms too, and there might have been a slight pout to the voice. "And here the nurses were hoping you boys would stick around longer. Not that it isn't good that your brother is better, and all, but -- well. We don't get many boys like you two 'round these parts."
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He looked up and smiled. "I can tell. You ladies have been nothing but generous and comforting."
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There may have been a little lip bite at the end of that sentence. Just a little one.
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"A bit, but we do dangerous work, so it's a risk we have to take." His eyes watched her finger.
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Okay -- that might have been a bit much. But she had to figure that women had been throwing themselves at him all night. Cursed objects were good for the corny flirting.
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Sam was actually a bit sore, and was pretty sure Dean was not going to be happy if Sam delayed his discharge any further. He looked towards dean's room.
"Well, I need to go... got a brother to take care of and all..."
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"He can't wait a little while longer?" she frowned. "He's been in there all day -- what's another ten minutes?"
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"You realize the torture he's going to but me through if I do..." but Sam turned back to look at her, his voice getting a lower and quieter.
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Her fingers were inches from where they needed to be, it was just a matter of getting him to let his guard down enough...
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"Well, I'll just have to make you keep that promise." he leaned forward, gently kissing the candy stripper.
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"We probably shouldn't be doing this here."
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He gave her his soft, gentle eyes. The ones that looked like a sweet puppy you wanted to pet.
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