"What's it like?" She scoffed, tapping her finger against the brush's handle. "Being blind? Fucking sucks." She heard him chuckle, then felt the wood under her fingers taken away. Before she could protest, it was placed back into her hand. She felt fresh paint splatter against her already stained jeans. "Not being blind," he says. "Being able to paint as if you could see?" She laughs. "Winchester, you flatter me." He chuckles. "It's my job, Princess." -- Well, if you couldn't tell already, this is a Dean Winchester/Supernatural Alternative Universe story. If anyone is easily triggered, read at your own risk.
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