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'?"

[dashboardlite]

This is definitely not bad at all, actually. He's quite enjoying himself, in ways he probably shouldn't. By this point he's backed her against a supply cabinet, and is kissing in the slow, leisurely fashion of a man with all the damn time in the world.

[itsahotone]

[This may make up for all of the boring, dull, pointless tasks she's been forced to do for so long. She's clearly enjoying this, welcoming the cool feeling of the cabinet behind her and his heat in front of her.]

[dashboardlite]

Despite his enjoyment, and despite the more-than-welcome, sinfully warm body pressed against his, there's the niggling feeling of doubt that he's dealt with since chatting with his patients this morning - like none of this is right. At all.

Particularly not this, as satisfying as it is and as good as it feels. For an instant Dean considers pulling away to ask Santana the same question, whether or not she feels just as oddly, but his pager interrupts them instead. Groaning, he fumbles for the thing with one hand and breaks the kiss to glance down at it irritably.

"...shit. I'm on call." Dean tucks the offending beeper away and looks down at Santana for a lingering moment. "...I gotta go," He finally says, employing an apologetic smile. "Duty calls."

[itsahotone]

[Santana's a little pouty now. Thanks a LOT, Dean. Just go and ruin her day.] Yeah, yeah. This is why I don't usually make out with doctors.

[She does smile a little, though, so she doesn't really mean it.] I'll probably be stuck here for hours, so if you ever get another break, feel free to stop by again.

[She turns back to the shelves, smoothing down her clothing, and shoots Dean another smirk.]

[dashboardlite]

"Sorry, babe," He grins apologetically, leaning in to peck her cheek before stepping back, hand settling on the doorknob. "Man's gotta do what a man's gotta do." Winking at her one last time, Dean slid out of the supply closet and back into the main hospital.