"Well, you know what they say about us Southern girls and our manners."

Dean raises an eyebrow, shakes his head.

"Nope, don't know a thing about it."

She grins then, and it's not sweet or polite or even that pure radiating happiness from earlier. It's the dirtiest thing he's ever seen in his life, and he's a goddamn teenage boy.

"It's all an act, we're just about the most fun you could ever have."

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fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18281615

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