Role Model
ROLE MODEL
Rating: K+
Genre: HUmour
Characters: Jack and Dean
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Jack stood, watching quietly as Dean slept.
Sacked out on the Letters' couch, Dean snored softly into the half-eaten pizza that lay cradled against his chest.
Scanning the length of Dean's resting body, Jack observed his three-days' worth of stubble, the tomato sauce stains on his shirt, the threadbare sock hanging limply off his left foot, and the string of melted cheese adorning his chin.
Dean let out a soft burp mid-snore.
Jack knew that women found Dean irresistibly attractive, and he couldn't help but think about his own crisply laundered shirt, and neatly combed hair …
… clearly, he was doing something wrong.
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