Seeing the testament to Dean's really bad day, Natasha lifted an eyebrow and tsked in sympathy. "Sore eyes and everything else," she agreed, echoing his sentiment. "You look like you lost a fight with a meat grinder, Winchester." Which...probably wasn't too far from the truth, now that she could look him over a little more closely.
Natasha stepped around her car and approached the Impala, leaning a hip on that fender, perusing Dean's face with a judging but soft eye. "You sure about this?" She reached for his beer and took a long swig herself before handing it back. "It might be a better idea to just get some sleep, Dean. Not that I'm not willing," she amended with a soft little laugh, "but I'd hate to make things worse."
Yet her fingernails ghosted up the inside of his forearm as she spoke, easing a little closer. She cared so much about him, it hurt to see him hurt, but that was the life they lived, the work they did. "Tell me what I can do for you, malyutka."
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Natasha stepped around her car and approached the Impala, leaning a hip on that fender, perusing Dean's face with a judging but soft eye. "You sure about this?" She reached for his beer and took a long swig herself before handing it back. "It might be a better idea to just get some sleep, Dean. Not that I'm not willing," she amended with a soft little laugh, "but I'd hate to make things worse."
Yet her fingernails ghosted up the inside of his forearm as she spoke, easing a little closer. She cared so much about him, it hurt to see him hurt, but that was the life they lived, the work they did. "Tell me what I can do for you, malyutka."