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Just To See You
by Pirate Turner
Sam cut a wary gaze at his glass that their waitress had just finished filling. "She does it every time!" he moaned.
Dean laughed, a grin lighting up his face.
Sam cut him a look. "It's not funny!"
"You could say something to her."
"So could you. She does the same thing to yours."
He shrugged. "I don't really mind."
"How can you not mind? It's next to impossible to drink from it without spilling it all over yourself!"
Dean lowered forward over the table, his grin transforming into a sexy, come-hither smile. "I don't mind just so that I get to see you wet!"
The End