010. Best Intern Ever!

[itsahotone]

[Santana's doing interny things. Things she hates, because it's all the stuff that the real doctors and even nurses don't have to do. Personally, if they had told her she would be doing things like passing out food, bring doctors supplies, filling out paperwork and restocking closets, she would have gone into a whole different field

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[dashboardlite]

Doctor Winchester was making rounds through his main hall, pausing here and there to chat with patients. Most of them were fairly agreeable, but to be honest, his best cases were the severe ones that others didn't want to handle.

Stopping by one of the stock closets to get a bandage for himself - he'd managed to cut himself earlier - Dean raises an eyebrow upon walking in on Santana Lopez, one of the interns.

"Hey there," He quirks a crooked smile, giving her a once-over before sidling past her to grab at a box of bandages. "How ya doin'?"

[itsahotone]

[Sup, hottie?]

Oh hi, Dr. Winchester. [Because why wouldn't she know the names of all the good looking doctors?] What are you doing here in the boring area of the hospital?

[dashboardlite]

"Cut my palm earlier."

He holds up the offending hand, grimacing. There's a little gash there, but he wants to cover it before it got infected by something. As sanitary as they were, hospitals were breeding grounds, as well, in certain areas.

"Gotta wrap something around it - you wanna help?" Dean smiles at her, holding out a bandage, "It's hard to do one-handed."

[itsahotone]

Ouch. Of course, here. [She takes the bandage, and maybe gets a little bit in his personal space. This is much better than stocking shelves.] I promise I'll be gentle.

[dashboardlite]

"Oooh, promise?" He grins, holding his hand out and raising an eyebrow. "I could quiz you on cleaning wounds right now...But I guess you're getting hassled enough by the Head of Interns."

The invasion of personal space doesn't bother him too much, so he lets it happen.

[itsahotone]

[She rolls her eyes where he can't see, then turns it into a bright smile that he can see. She's not completely hopeless, thanks, and is able to tend to his cut pretty professionally. Not that she usually gets much use of that stuff while interning.]

Tada. Did I do okay, doctor?

[dashboardlite]

Dean looks down at his hand, turning it over and smiling wider. "Hey, not bad." He glances up again, all friendly-like. "Glad you finally got to put your skills to work. Re-stocking's not all that fun, is it? Anything I can do to ease your interning time?"

[itsahotone]

[Aaaand she's smirking before she can help it.] I could think of a few things, actually.

[dashboardlite]

"Oh?" Dean smirks back, albeit a little carefully. "You gonna tell me, Ms. Lopez, or do I have to guess?"

[itsahotone]

I dunno, guessing could be fun. [She's still smirking all over the place, and still pretty much in his space. Her gaze flicks towards the door of the closet, pretty clearly hinting that if it were shut, it'd be helpful.]

[dashboardlite]

...Oh. She isn't a subtle girl, but then again, he's kind of tired of the timid interns that flinch with every passing 'Hello'.

"Hmmm," Dean muses, reaching one arm around behind himself to push the door shut with a gentle shove. It clicks as the tumbler rolls into place. "I could ask you to file paperwork," The smirk is still settled on his face, his hands now in his pockets. "If you're that bored."

[itsahotone]

[She makes a thoughtful face for a second.] Now see, I'd kinda rather not be bored to death. So filing's not really what I had in mind.

You want another guess? [Not that she's not making it pretty obvious with the way she's giving off every vibe she can think of plus some.]

[dashboardlite]

He bites his lower lip through a smile, eyes darting back to the supply closet door. Most of the other shifts are being covered today, and Dean has a lot of time on his hands. Slowly pulling his gaze back to the young woman in front of him, Dean pulls his hands from his lab coat pockets and rests them on Santana's hips, a quirky smile on his face.

"I'm willing to bet," He murmurs, lowering his voice as if to be particularly secretive. "That it has something to do with making out in a closet full of medical supplies." Dean switches on his winning smile. "Do I get a cookie?"

[itsahotone]

Uh-huh. But I kinda hope you want the cookie after the making out. [She has no problem making the first move, here. Which she does, pulling him down to her. If he pulls away for a cookie, she will smack him.]

[dashboardlite]

He's not protesting. Why would he? Being a doctor in this madhouse is stressful as Hell; it's about time he unwound a bit.

Dean cranes his neck down, still grinning like the cat who ate the canary, pressing their lips together and tugging her closer by her hips.

[itsahotone]

[SCORE. Suddenly being an intern in this crappy place isn't all that bad. She winds her arms around his neck, deepens the kiss. Think it's safe to say they're both really good at it.]