Dean climbed down the ladder to the bay and walked over to Jayne. He sat down beside him and watched as he worked.
“You feelin’ okay there Dean?” Jayne gave him a sharp side eye.
“Shepard trust you now so I gotta trust ya but I ain’t gonna lie,” Jayne looked down to make sure the barrel of the blaster was clean, “I’ll put you down if I hafta.”
Dean nodded, “trust and believe I hope you do. Just don’t lemme get back up. Take the head off.”
“So Kaylee,” Dean looked to the floor.
“Don’t do it. She’s sweet on Simon. And if I remember correctly there was a Cas that you were goin’ on about while you were in the bar last week,” Jayne grinned and picked up the machete.
“Yeah well that really isn’t something that is happening right now.”
“Dean!” Zoë called from the top of the stairs.
“Down here,” Dean stood and headed over.
“Question about 2015 there was a black president wasn’t it? That wasn’t just made up right?” Zoë asked.
“Yeah. It was his second term.”
“Wash!” Zoë turned and headed back to the cockpit, “you owe me a lot of money.”
“They are the cutest,” Dean chuckled.
