"Hardly does shit for me either these days," grunts Dean, but it's another moment before he takes Derek's meaning. There's no trace at all of the punches Dean had thrown on his face, not the faintest bruise or even swelling.
"Wait, really?" Dean asks. "You heal so fast...not even whiskey?"
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Date: 2013-06-28 03:52 am (UTC)"Wait, really?" Dean asks. "You heal so fast...not even whiskey?"