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Who: Ruby and Dean
What: Kicking back
Where: Ruby's room
Warnings: Maybe some promiscuity and language
When Sam fell asleep in the mid afternoon Dean got up to stretch his legs, still smelling like the sandalwood oil that Glinda had used to massage his hands and back. He didn't know why she'd done it but he wasn't complaining it helped release some of the tension in his shoulders and sitting up right in that chair for three days was uncomfortable.
He was still in the crutches for another week while his foot healed, and he'd finally gotten used to them and even managed to find ways around looking so gimpy, which is why he could hold a plate with two sandwiches in one hand as he hobbled himself over to the door and tapped on it with the rubber nub of one of the crutches. "Hey Rube- it's me."
What: Kicking back
Where: Ruby's room
Warnings: Maybe some promiscuity and language
When Sam fell asleep in the mid afternoon Dean got up to stretch his legs, still smelling like the sandalwood oil that Glinda had used to massage his hands and back. He didn't know why she'd done it but he wasn't complaining it helped release some of the tension in his shoulders and sitting up right in that chair for three days was uncomfortable.
He was still in the crutches for another week while his foot healed, and he'd finally gotten used to them and even managed to find ways around looking so gimpy, which is why he could hold a plate with two sandwiches in one hand as he hobbled himself over to the door and tapped on it with the rubber nub of one of the crutches. "Hey Rube- it's me."