The teen, the seductress and the handyman.

Who: Jules, Billy and Dean
Where: Jules' house
When: Evening

Billy had rung earlier, to check that it was okay to go round tonight and Jules had agreed - which was good, since he'd already organised to meet Dean in town. Dean had just followed him to the house and his car was now parked up behind Billy's truck as the two headed up to the door and knocked, waiting for an answer. Billy carried his box of tools, Dean just stood there waiting to take the older guy's lead.

Jules had made quick work of tidying up her room. She didn't want company - even hired company - seeing her bedroom looking like a hurricane went through it. After that was finished she jumped in the shower for a quick rinsing and changed into a pair of tight fitting jeans and a long sleeve scoop-necked shirt. Almost immediately after putting a pair of flip-flops on, she heard the knock at the door and headed down the stairs. Pulling the door open she smiled at Billy's familiar face and raised an eyebrow at the younger man. Damn... where did he come from? she thought to herself as she stepped out of the way. "Come in." she said brightly.

"Thanks," Billy said, stepping inside. "And this is Dean - he's going to be helping me out, making sure you don't end up with a room full of broken mirror," Billy joked with an easy smile as Dean stepped in after him and nodded a hello, not really a guy of many words with strangers.

"Hello." she said with a little wave of her fingers as she shut the door behind them. "Bedrooms upstairs. First door on the left. Can I get you guys something to drink?" she asked. "Water, soda?" She couldn't help but look over the younger of the boys. He couldn't have been more than high school age and she was wondering what exactly the mothers of Marquette were feeding their children to make them look like that.

Dean shook his head. "No, I'm good, he told her," as always looking directly at her as he spoke, a habit of his to always look someone in the eyes as he talked to them, his English accent ringing out.

"A soda would be good," Billy told her, his own throat rather parched. He'd been working at Oz' house all day, had started early and it had been a while since he'd last stopped for a break. A soda would be great right about now.

She smiled and nodded, noting the boys accent. Hot, and has a hot accent. Damn those high school boys. she thought to herself as she turned towards the kitchen. Returning just a moment later she handed Billy the soda and held another in her grip. "Just in case you change your mind, dollface." she said with a grin, blue eyes locking on the younger of the two. She turned towards the staircase and started up them. "Shall we?"

Dean blinked, clearly surprised as he was called 'dollface'. "Erm, I'm... Er..." Not going to change my mind. Dean didn't do soda. He was still getting used to the face he could eat and drink without risking being sick and soda still seemed to be pushing it. "...Thanks," he managed, though he didn't take the drink.

Billy took his, opening it and downing half in one go. "Thanks, that's great - well, should we get on?" he suggested, not thinking twice about the nickname. Some people were just like that, weren't they?

She nodded and continued up the stairs leading them into the bedroom and standing off to the side. She pointed up to the large mirror above the king sized bed. "That's the one." she told them. "Think it'll be too hard to do?" she asked, setting the soda she'd gotten for Dean on the dresser.

Billy was unfazed as they walked into the room and, taking off his boots so he didn't get anything dirty, he climbed up onto the bed to start an assessment of the best way to get the mirror down.

Dean, on the other hand, stopped near enough in the doorway and just stared. At the kingsize bed, at the mirrored ceiling and everything that suggested. He blushed bright red for a moment and just... couldn't look at the woman, his mind working a mile a minute as he knelt down by Billy's tool box and pretended like he was looking for a screwdriver. Or something. They'd need one of those, wouldn't they? Sure they would.

Jules couldn't help but notice the boy blush before he knelt down to sift through the toolbox. The thought ran through her mind that he really wasn't looking for anything, but she let it move away as she glanced up at the man standing on her bed. "Anything I can do to help?" she questioned. "I'm sure I can get dirty with the best of them if you need me to."

Billy laughed a little as he got back down off the bed and stood in front of her. "It's fine - I'd hardly be worth paying if I made you do the work now, would I?" he joked. "It shouldn't be that hard a job - I just need to go get some things from the truck though, I'll be back in a minute," he told her, sitting on the edge of the bed and putting his boots back on before disappearing out of the room.

Jules moved to the edge of the bed and sat down, crossing her legs and glancing at the boy who was still bent over the toolbox. "You don't talk much, dollface." she said as she watched him. She was almost positive now that he was sifting through the toolbox for absolutely nothing.

In the quiet of the room, Dean had no problems hearing her and he looked up, refusing to let his eyes drift up to the mirror above the bed which was reflecting her back. God. "Erm, no," he agreed, not trusting himself to say any more than that - he'd only babble. He didn't think real people actually had mirrors above their beds, but he'd seen enough porn in his life to make that incredibly firm connection there.

She raised a brow at him, leaning forward slightly and twining her fingers together. "Do I make you nervous or something, love?" she asked. "I promise I won't bite you. Unless of course you're into that sort of thing." she giggled and gave him a smile.

Dean had no idea what to say to that. No idea at all. His first instinct was that this woman was making fun of him, teasing for some reason, except then - nah, she couldn't be, he decided. But still, he didn't know what to say to her. "Erm, no, I..." he got out, sounding like a complete idiot to his ears.

She moved from the bed, kneeling down beside him at the toolbox and glancing inside. "What exactly is it your looking for then?" she asked. "You've been searching for something for a pretty long time and I have yet to see you actually pick up a tool you plan on using."

Dean looked in the box and picked up a screwdriver. Which had, actually, been sitting on top of the other tools. "This," he told her. "Er - for the screws," he added, wishing that there was another word there, because - well. Yeah. God, he... he dropped his eyes from her face, still feeling hellishly embarrassed.

She bit her bottom lip through a grin at his embarrassment as he dropped his eyes from her. She reached out to brush her finger up his chin, forcing him to look at her again. "I wish I wasn't making you uncomfortable, sweetheart." she said, her voice a low whisper. "I can handle hearing the word 'screws' without thinking about what you're probably thinking about." She couldn't hide the little smirk on her face. "I won't tell anyone though." she teased, pulling her hand away, but not standing just yet.

"I... I don't know what you're talking about," Dean mumbled, standing up and turning away, this time looking up at the mirror because, damn it, that's what they were here to do and where the fuck was Billy? If felt like he'd been gone for hours, rather than just a moment or two.

Jules chuckled softly as she moved from the floor to sit on the bed once more, crossing her legs and watching the boy as he stared up at the mirror. He was a shy one, that was for sure. She wasn't sure if it was just the way he was with everyone or if she was making him uncomfortable. "I can leave if you want." she told him, brushing her hair away from her face and back over her shoulder. "I feel bad for making you uncomfortable."

Dean looked round, simply because that's what he did - he couldn't talk to people without looking at them. And although he could hear her no problem here, habit meant that he always looked at other people when they were talking to him. "It's your house," he reminded her with a shrug, playing with the screwdriver between his hands absently.

"It is." she agreed. "But you're a guest in my house and you're looking like I'm going to attack you or something." she said with a little grin. "Am I really that intimidating?" she asked. "You do realize you're almost a foot taller than me and could like tackle me to the ground so easily it's not even funny, yet... you seem afraid of me."

Dean shook his head and shrugged a little again. "'m not a guest, I... I'm - here to do a job," he told her, rallying slightly. God, he really was pathetic. What was it with him - he could shoot something dead at a hundred paces without breaking a sweat, but this woman who was hardly bigger than Thia had him not knowing what the hell to do. "And no, you're not... intimidating, I just... maybe I should go see what's taking Billy," he hurried out with, clutching at that.

"Billy's a big boy, I'm sure he can take care of himself." she told him, standing from the bed and stepping towards him. Being only 5'3" he towered over her and she looked up at him, blue eyes fixing on his. "See, far too tiny to hurt you, dear. So why are you so edgy if I'm not intimidating?"

Because I've never been in a room with a mirror over the bed before. Because you sleep in that bed and there's a reason you put that mirror up, I'm thinking. Because I'm fairly sure you're doing this on purpose because you know I'm embarrassed and you're laughing at me by making it worse. Dean shrugged, not actually saying anything, but he didn't try and leave, either.

She stayed close to him, in fact took a step closer, only a foot or so away from him now. She pointed one manicured finger at the ceiling. "Is that was has you all freaked out?" she asked. "It's just a mirror love." she told him, glancing up at the mirror and waving at him through it. "Besides, it'll be down in a bit anyway."

"Right, yeah," Dean agreed, trying to sound casual as he hears someone come in through the front door, his excellent hearing picking up what most people wouldn't. He realised, belatedly, that that might have sounded like him agreeing that the mirror had him freaked out. Which, okay, it did, but that didn't mean that he needed to admit it. And it wasn't freaked out as much as insanely embarrassed. "I mean, er, no - that is, I mean - the mirror's fine and it's just going to be... a bastard to get down and everything I mean it's huge and with the bed and everything, it's - not a great place. I mean, that is, maybe it is with the - it's just a mirror," he said, forcing himself to cut off the incomprehensible stream of babble.

She watched him as he babbled on about the mirror, eyes never leaving his face. The corners of her lips twitching slightly into a smirk. "Yes, it's just a mirror. And you're a teenage boy who's probably embarrassed because you think I have it up there to watch everything that is going on when I fuck right?" she questioned, her voice soft as she continued to look up at him. She was pretty sure that her phrasing would send a flush across his face, in fact she was hoping it did.

It did. And it also meant that Dean opened and shut his mouth several times as he just stared at her. He hadn't expected her to be so, well, blatant about it.

Billy chose that moment to walk back into the room carrying a set of ladders. He looked between the to with a slightly puzzled expression on his face as he took them in. "I miss anything?" he asked, curiously.

She shook her head and smiled at the boy before turning her attention back to Billy. "Nope." she said. "Just getting to know Dean here a little better. He was telling me all about the screws." she said, taking the screwdriver from Dean's hand, her fingertips brushing across his.

Dean shook his head. "No, just... It's fine," he muttered. "So - what's the plan?" he asked, turning fully to Billy, his back to Jules now.

Billy gave the teen an odd look, but didn't say anything - if the kid wanted to be like that, then he could be like that. "Plan is that you're going to go that side," he said, bending down and picking out a couple of screwdrivers that were actually the right size for the job, rather than the smeller one Jules was holding. "And I'm going to go this and we're going to take both sides out at the same time and lower the mirror down carefully. It'll be heavy, but we'll be able to manage it between us." he turned his attention to Jules. "Shouldn't take any longer than ten minutes, you don't have to stay if you don't want to," he added, smoothly giving her permission to leave, since from what he'd seen, there'd been something going on here. He wasn't going to call Dean on it, but it didn't get to continue either.

"Sounds good to me." she said with a little shrug. She walked to the toolbox and put the screwdriver back inside before moving to the door. "I'll be downstairs, call me if you need anything."

"Sure, will do," Billy said, waiting until she was out of the room before turning to Dean. "So - you wanna tell me what that was all about?" he asked, raising an eyebrow and waiting for the answer.

"Not really," Dean said, moving to start setting up the ladders. He didn't particularly want to talk about how she'd been winding him up. It was just embarrassing.

"Wrong answer - come on, Dean, I'm not stupid you know," Billy told him as he too set to work.

"It was nothing," Dean insisted. "She just... I've never seen..." He gestured at the mirror on the ceiling. "And she knew I was... embarrassed and she... Was just making fun. It's okay, really - it's nothing," he continued to insist, sure that it was that rather than her flirting with him. Dean always discounted that kind of thing.

Billy eyed him for a moment, then nodded, figuring that if that was all, then it could slide, though he didn't like that Jules would do that to the kid. It was cruel, really.

The job itself didn't take very long at all and in no time, they had the mirror down and against the wall. Billy took a few minutes to patch up the holes in the ceiling with some filler, smoothing them across, then they packed up, before heading back to the house to find Jules.

She came out of the kitchen just as they were coming into the front door again. "All done boys?" she questioned, taking a sip of the drink she carried. She was curious if Billy had questioned Dean about the short moment alone and pondered if the boy would have blushed in front of him as brightly as he had in front of her.

"Yeah, all done - I've filled the holes in the ceiling, but there's a clash of colour there that'll just need some paint slapped over it at some point. That's probably something you can manage yourself though, it's such a little job. Do you have spare lying around from when the room was originally decorated?" he asked her.

She nodded. "I think so. In the basement. Or maybe in the shed out back, not really sure where they would have put it." she shrugged. She set her drink down on the table by the couch and looked back up at Billy. "I could go check real quick."

Billy smiled. "No hurry - all you need to do is wait for a day or two for the filler on the ceiling to dry, then brush some of your spare paint over it. I'm sure even you can manage that," he teased her.

She chuckled. "Oh I dunno, a girl as tiny as me might not be able to reach, even with the ladder. You might have to make another house call, sweetheart."

"Not a problem - you have my number and I'm always around," he told her without missing a beat, or appearing at all surprised to be referred to as 'sweetheart'. He always needed the work, after all, and money was money. Especially with a brand new house to do up and properly furnish.

She nodded. "I'm sure I've got plenty of stuff around here that needs a man's touch." she said, to Billy, though her eyes were on Dean. "Thanks again." she told them. "I appreciate it. What do I owe ya?"

Dean had stood back during this little conversation, content to be well out of it, but he was aware that Jules' attention was on him during that comment and he quickly looked away, saying nothing, but shifting from foot to foot, eager to get out of here now as Billy dealt with the question of costs, quickly writing up an invoice for Jules and handing it over.

Jules looked at the price and nodded, walking over to her desk and bending over to grab her purse from the floor beside it. The position giving both of the boys a decent view as she sifted through for her cash. Standing up again she handed Billy a little more than he'd asked for. "Here you go."

Billy apparently ignored the view, Dean stared, caught himself staring and decided that now was a good time to be elsewhere. "I'll... be outside," he told Billy, before making a swift exit as Jules stood up.

Billy took the money and pocketed it, trusting her to have given him the right amount. "Thanks - and have a nice evening," he told her, not saying a word to her about Dean's behaviour as he turned to leave.

She smiled. "You too." she told him, holding the door open and letting him exit the house. "Thanks again!" she called out the door before shutting it and chuckling lightly to herself. "High school boys. I really need to get out more."