Girl Talk [For Dean]

[one__song]

Ever since the night at the Catscratch, Roger's life had been somewhat less complicated. Well, apart from the stuck-on-an-island bit, but after almost 5 years of that, it was hardly a complication anymore. All of the beach walking kept his muscle mass up (well, more up than he would have been in New York) and Anatoly definitely kept a bit of that

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[weary_head]

"Mgh." It was the first word uttered by Dean when he finally managed to extract himself from his bed, and the first word when he ambled out into the main room.

"Coffee," was the second, followed by, "You are the perfect wife," as Dean gripped his cup and drank deeply.

[one__song]

That "mgh" as it growled through the hut was the telltale sign that somewhere, a Dean Winchester was waking from slumber, or so Roger's upcoming Discovery channel special would report. It would also include that the way to not anger a Dean Winchester first thing in the morning was to have strong, black coffee waiting for him. That, or nookie, which Roger was not quite prepared to provide. For many reasons.

"Fuck you," Roger said lightly, waving to the seat across from him. "Got the last edition of the Times if you want to make it a complete domestic morning." And with that, Roger took a quick sip of his own battery acid ambrosia.

[weary_head]

"Oh yeah?" The chair scraped loudly against the floor as Dean pulled it out, prompting a wince and another long drink. "What's the news? Mangoes are in season and so are flirty, floral prints?"

[one__song]

"Shitty 80's prints," Roger corrected, gesturing to the godawful checked shirt he was subjecting himself to on that particular morning. Hey, it was laundry day. Well, it had been for a few days and Roger didn't feel like trekking. "You could read that Zep book again if you want a change of pace."