( his looks are what have gotten him far enough in life that it's been a bit easier than it would for someone that … wasn't as attractive as he is. he knows that, at least, and doesn't tend to be too much of a douchebag when it comes to letting his ego shine through – but there are times when he can't quite get a handle on it, when he lets his confidence and his mouth get away from him and it ends up starting a fight. one that he doesn't always start, but he most certainly finishes, every single time.
he'd thought sam was a bit touched in the head when he'd first shown such a passion for biology. anatomy and physiology. anything involving science. but they've never been so much alike that they can see beyond the spark that lights their eyes when they get inspired, only that their respective hobbies and interests bring life to what could otherwise be a dull day-to-day, and dean doesn't really remember when he'd decided to get a damned degree in his hobby, but he can't say he regrets it. not a single bit.
besides – sammy is happy, doing his little nerd thing in his little nerd corner. and apparently with another attractive nerd.
this is still something that he has yet to fully wrap his brain around. give it time to catch up with the rest of him, and maybe it won't be such a novelty, because who says nerds can't be hot?
he pauses again, drumming his fingers against the frame, turns a small, easy smile over his shoulder that, for once since he'd first opened his mouth, isn't anything but entirely genuine. no sarcasm, no teasing, just a simple, easy thing that shows his amusement, and maybe a bit of humbleness. ( and, okay, sure – there's a tinge of smugness to the curve of his mouth, but it's harmless. really. ) )
You? Never would've guessed it. ( he chuckles, reaches for one immaculately clean hand with one of his own grease-stained ones, rough fingers probably feeling more like sand paper against his skin more than anything else. ) Have these hands ever seen anything outside of a Petri dish?
( are you surprised that he even knows what that is.
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Date: 4 Jan 2016 04:22 (UTC)he'd thought sam was a bit touched in the head when he'd first shown such a passion for biology. anatomy and physiology. anything involving science. but they've never been so much alike that they can see beyond the spark that lights their eyes when they get inspired, only that their respective hobbies and interests bring life to what could otherwise be a dull day-to-day, and dean doesn't really remember when he'd decided to get a damned degree in his hobby, but he can't say he regrets it. not a single bit.
besides – sammy is happy, doing his little nerd thing in his little nerd corner. and apparently with another attractive nerd.
this is still something that he has yet to fully wrap his brain around. give it time to catch up with the rest of him, and maybe it won't be such a novelty, because who says nerds can't be hot?
he pauses again, drumming his fingers against the frame, turns a small, easy smile over his shoulder that, for once since he'd first opened his mouth, isn't anything but entirely genuine. no sarcasm, no teasing, just a simple, easy thing that shows his amusement, and maybe a bit of humbleness. ( and, okay, sure – there's a tinge of smugness to the curve of his mouth, but it's harmless. really. ) )
You? Never would've guessed it. ( he chuckles, reaches for one immaculately clean hand with one of his own grease-stained ones, rough fingers probably feeling more like sand paper against his skin more than anything else. ) Have these hands ever seen anything outside of a Petri dish?
( are you surprised that he even knows what that is.
because you should be. )