(Omigosh I think I love you, joey!!!!!! XD -cuddles creed-)
"It's a good choice for others." He said, slightly confused. He dug the flat of the blade against the nape of his neck, the narrow blade made a "snick" sound as it brushed against his hair. "I hope that wasn't an insult." He said, he wasn't sure what he had said in Scottish...Dean was only familiar with Greek and English. He raised a brow at his smile. Dean had seen and given enough flirtatious hints to recognize it. Dear gods, what had this battle turned into? Dean found himself uncomfortable, but not in a horrible way. It was just unusual. "It seems we're at a standstill." He said, leaving his chin raised defiantly from where his blade had pushed it. "I'm not going to settle for a draw." He warned him slyly.



