"You know, LA's really not all that bad," Dean admits, turning to peer at Sam through the tinted lenses of his sunglasses. "Think I know why you wound up out here after all."
"Yeah, great," Sam mutters, surveying the crime scene in front of them, and then: "Why do you have a mango?"
"Not sure." Dean lifts it, sniffs it, then takes a bite. "S'good, though."
"Fresh fruit definitely trumps artificial flavoring," someone agrees nearby. Dean and Sam turn to look at the speaker: a tall, redheaded guy with a badge. Next to him, a shorter dark-haired woman shakes her head.
"Leave it alone, Crews."
"Reese, this is a perfect opportunity to examine the universal appeal of fruit. Honestly, I don't know why you don't enjoy it more often yourself. Judging by the current pallor of your skin, you could use the antioxidants."
Even through his shades (and hers), Sam can tell she's shooting daggers at him.
"Crews," she mutters, through gritted teeth. It's a warning, but Crews, or whoever he is, remains blissfully ignorant to it
( ... )
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"Yeah, great," Sam mutters, surveying the crime scene in front of them, and then: "Why do you have a mango?"
"Not sure." Dean lifts it, sniffs it, then takes a bite. "S'good, though."
"Fresh fruit definitely trumps artificial flavoring," someone agrees nearby. Dean and Sam turn to look at the speaker: a tall, redheaded guy with a badge. Next to him, a shorter dark-haired woman shakes her head.
"Leave it alone, Crews."
"Reese, this is a perfect opportunity to examine the universal appeal of fruit. Honestly, I don't know why you don't enjoy it more often yourself. Judging by the current pallor of your skin, you could use the antioxidants."
Even through his shades (and hers), Sam can tell she's shooting daggers at him.
"Crews," she mutters, through gritted teeth. It's a warning, but Crews, or whoever he is, remains blissfully ignorant to it ( ... )
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This was really cute! And Dean's behaviour is so Dean-like! \o/
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May we have moar?
Pwease?
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