dizzojay | Armed and Dangerous

An SPN group on Facebook that I'm a member of, posted this picture and suggested it might act as a muse now that many of us are going to be spending much of our time sitting at home ...

So, yes. It worked!

ARMED AND DANGEROUS

Rating: K+
Genre: Humour
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Word Count: 230
Disclaimer: I don't own them

A mystery lady ponders on the delight that is Dean’s arms ...

Those arms.

I mean, really; those arms! Have you seen them?

They’re a thing of beauty; a finely sculpted masterpiece. Smooth as silk, and at the same time, as hard as marble.

I love their strength; their power and, by contrast, I love their gentleness.

And who couldn’t love those little freckles – like tiny little flecks of gold, making him even more priceless than he already is.

I love my boy’s hands; I know he takes care of them and for someone who does hard, manual work, they’re surprisingly soft. Long fingers too. I love those fingers; very clever, very deft. You’d be surprised the things he can do with those delightful digits – and you’d be impressed.

Very impressed.

And those wrists. Did I mention that I love those wrists? Slim and strong, and very flexible. I love both his wrists, but I especially love the way his watch hugs the lean lines of his left one!

His watch is all of us.

Of course, it goes without saying that I love his biceps.

Biceps…

...
...

Oh, excuse me – drifted off for a moment there.

I think it's fair to say that I love Dean’s arms; all the way from those magnificent shoulders down to his nimble fingertips.

But do you know what I love most about those arms?

No?

I’ll tell you.

Most of all, I love the fact that right now, they’re under my hood handling all my moving parts.

Yep.

Sucks to be you!

xxxxx

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