It's the Most Terrible Time of Year [Mistletoe, Open]

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Dean was just coming back from the hangar after giving his baby a thorough check-over. He wanted to make sure her engine was purring as she normally did. After checking her fluids, and lines, he was pretty satisfied with his findings. The plantsuit sucked, but it did a nice job of losing the grease. Still, he'd take a hot shower any day over a creepy ass throbbing plant hugging his body.

He then came to an abrupt halt as a cheery and familiar voice intoned overhead, "

Please do not attempt to leave the vicinity until you have participated. Participation is required. Why wouldn't you want to participate?

"

"Hey! Hey, enough of this crap, let me out!" What the hell was going on. His green eyes then were directed upward. Mistletoe? Mistletoe shouldn't have the effect of a devil's trap or a fiery ring of holy oil on humans. None of his research included that option. Unless the damn stuff had a spell to it.

Great, well hopefully one of the ship's hot chicks will stop by and take pity on his cute features to free him.

....Any time now. Yeah.

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Billy laughed and nodded. He'd just add Dean to the list of people he's kissed that he's never telling anyone about. So far, the count was up to two.

"Sure, I get it." He moved into the bubble and placed a kiss onto Dean's cheek, then smiled.