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It was nearing the end of what Dean had come to think of as his shift at the clinic. In some ways, his help there was as informal as it ever was - Dean came in, Rollie let him observe minor injuries and illnesses as they were tended to, let Dean help when he was qualified, and barked him away again when Dean wasn't. But laid back as it was, there was a definite change in the air now. Shifts felt less like work and more like school, with Rollie explaining his every move in detail, giving Dean's not just the hows, but also the whys and the maybes.
Truth be told, it felt really damn good. Even when Dean was asked a question and got it wrong, that he'd been asked at all felt like acceptance, and when he was asked a second time, it felt like confirmation.
It felt like Rollie actually thought he might get somewhere with this. Hell, he gave Dean homework, though they didn't call it that. Familiar as the blood and stitches and splints and fevers were, there was a whole other side to tending to them when they didn't come at the end of a hunt, and Rollie thought Dean might reach it. At least, Dean had begun to think he did.
Dean shifted his balance, wiping down one of the scalpels inbetween sideways glances at Rollie. "So hey," he said finally, because Rollie was a straightforward guy. He'd tell Dean if his progress was little more than a pipe dream. "How'm'I doing here?"
Truth be told, it felt really damn good. Even when Dean was asked a question and got it wrong, that he'd been asked at all felt like acceptance, and when he was asked a second time, it felt like confirmation.
It felt like Rollie actually thought he might get somewhere with this. Hell, he gave Dean homework, though they didn't call it that. Familiar as the blood and stitches and splints and fevers were, there was a whole other side to tending to them when they didn't come at the end of a hunt, and Rollie thought Dean might reach it. At least, Dean had begun to think he did.
Dean shifted his balance, wiping down one of the scalpels inbetween sideways glances at Rollie. "So hey," he said finally, because Rollie was a straightforward guy. He'd tell Dean if his progress was little more than a pipe dream. "How'm'I doing here?"