“Yeah I do know, that was a lie you are really cruel.” He gave her look of agreement and looked around the grounds at their actual location and then finally looked back to Morag when she called him scrawny and insulted his hat. “I like that hat, give it back my head is now cold.” He pouted; of course it was fake he didn’t really mind. He ruffled his messy hair, he wore a hate for a reason. “As for my glasses, I don’t really care, it gives me character.” He said in a matter of fact tone. “There is no need to improve me I look perfectly fine, Sam doesn’t seem to complain.” He said as he tried to reach for his hat.
“I deal with him because he is hot.” Dean said, and some of it was the truth, but he also liked other things about him. He just didn’t want to get into them and sound too much like a girl, which he knew he would. “I would have liked to hex him, but I was a little preoccupied with shooting daggers from my eyes at Booth. He interrupted us.” Dean sighed after he said this, and he just went back reaching for his hat. “As for the other men, I sort of need to find another gay guy and not being out causes a problem with that.”
He waited for a second before commenting to her making fun of Sam. “Go for if you want just make it private. He will kick my ass, and I don’t want the whole school know.”
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