#'you should report me to h.r.' he'd say

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happy wincest wednesday, liz!! i agree with your nurse dean thoughts. what about nurse dean roleplay?

ooooh happy wincest wednesday, now that's an intriguing one --

-- I mean my first instinct is to be myself, aka the most boring person in the world, and go -- roleplay's the worst, lol. But! Dean's a big ol' dweeb and of course he loves roleplay, at least in concept. But!! Dean's a big ol' dweeb, so the roleplay I can actually believe him doing is entirely of the crappy 90s porno variety, because he is a Precious Dork, and that means it's about 1000 miles from the normal!AU nurse!Dean that I'd love. Like, we're talking Darryl Hannah in the little peaked cap. (Deanna could rock it, let's be real.)

But!!! Let's go with the premise, huh? So, they're in a hospital, and they're sneaking around, and because of some rock-paper-scissors shenanigans Sam got to steal the doctor's coat and Dean climbed, grumbling, into the other set of scrubs with the nurse ID (whatever, make it work for realism) -- Sam: "Dude, the pants fit you anyway, I can't be a doctor in highwaters--" // Dean: "Shut up, Sammy." -- and they're done with whatever case-related shenanigans and they're killing time in an empty patient room waiting for further shenanigans -- there, finally, purely from opportunity, I can see a little nurse scenario, lol.

Dean bitching about how Sam gets to be the doctor and he has to be the nurse; Sam, mildly: Nurses are really important to how a hospital runs, man. You'd be great at it.; Dean, irritated, and then speculative, and then putting on some kind of awful breathy falsetto to compliment the good doctor on whatever, and then asking if Sam needs his temperature taken, and -- okay, so they don't fuck in the hospital room, they've got a job to do. But Dean's badly suppressing a smile at Sam while he holds serious Temperature Taking Fingers to Sam's throat, and Sam catches his wrist and holds his hand there, and Dean blinks and his dorky roleplay expression goes away and he's just there, his hand on Sam's pulse, warm and competent and steady. You'd be a good nurse, Sam says, meaning it that time. Dean doesn't take it as a compliment but he ought to.