When we arrive in the middle of nowhere [Don't act like you know, I been here so many times]
>> Auto Pilot - Queens of the Stone Age
So this Vegas thing could work for him. He was seriously diggin' it as he stretched out on the softest bed he'd ever been on. He didn't want to thank Ruby for the upgrade, so he was going to thank Alec, but he'd do it later. Like when he wasn't melting into a puddle of Dean goo out of the sheer comfort of this god damned bed.
If anything tried breaking into this room once he was asleep? He wouldn't be getting up; this was going to be the best sleep of his life. His brother's wedding, his twenty-eighth birthday, dancing girls and pool tables to hustle to his heart's content, beer and burgers, and some friggin' weird ass Elvis cake that came with the wedding. Weird? Yeah, it about covered it.
He was going out with a bang, baby, and seriously wishing his last couple of months could be as decadent as this was.
He glared at the door when someone knocked and made no move to get up. Fuck that, man. When the someone knocked again he just groaned in annoyance. Until...
"Dean, sugar, I thought you wanted t'see me."
Oh damn there was that southern honey voice that made his upstairs brain puddle down straight into his downstairs brain and had him on his feet and by the door in less that a second flat. After a quick roll of his neck he opened the door smoothly and gave Rogue that slow, lazy smile of his.
It was a sin to ever expect a woman to stand up to that.
As it was he was happy to see how her expression stalled like a standard with a blonde on the clutch and then rode right into third like it was nothin'. Oh it was something alright, it was something.
He stepped back, swinging the door open and he smirked, almost laughing when she swung her hips gently into his, tossing him a smartass smile as she perched on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed.
"Miss me?" she asked, raising an eyebrow as he leaned against the television stand, looking like he didn't have a care in the world, all loose limbed and relaxed. She tried not to stare at the way his jeans, sans belt, rested loosely on his hips. She tried and failed, embracing her failure and turning it into a suggestive smirk.
"Naw, Roguey, this room's got a playstation."
So this Vegas thing could work for him. He was seriously diggin' it as he stretched out on the softest bed he'd ever been on. He didn't want to thank Ruby for the upgrade, so he was going to thank Alec, but he'd do it later. Like when he wasn't melting into a puddle of Dean goo out of the sheer comfort of this god damned bed.
If anything tried breaking into this room once he was asleep? He wouldn't be getting up; this was going to be the best sleep of his life. His brother's wedding, his twenty-eighth birthday, dancing girls and pool tables to hustle to his heart's content, beer and burgers, and some friggin' weird ass Elvis cake that came with the wedding. Weird? Yeah, it about covered it.
He was going out with a bang, baby, and seriously wishing his last couple of months could be as decadent as this was.
He glared at the door when someone knocked and made no move to get up. Fuck that, man. When the someone knocked again he just groaned in annoyance. Until...
"Dean, sugar, I thought you wanted t'see me."
Oh damn there was that southern honey voice that made his upstairs brain puddle down straight into his downstairs brain and had him on his feet and by the door in less that a second flat. After a quick roll of his neck he opened the door smoothly and gave Rogue that slow, lazy smile of his.
It was a sin to ever expect a woman to stand up to that.
As it was he was happy to see how her expression stalled like a standard with a blonde on the clutch and then rode right into third like it was nothin'. Oh it was something alright, it was something.
He stepped back, swinging the door open and he smirked, almost laughing when she swung her hips gently into his, tossing him a smartass smile as she perched on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed.
"Miss me?" she asked, raising an eyebrow as he leaned against the television stand, looking like he didn't have a care in the world, all loose limbed and relaxed. She tried not to stare at the way his jeans, sans belt, rested loosely on his hips. She tried and failed, embracing her failure and turning it into a suggestive smirk.
"Naw, Roguey, this room's got a playstation."