*he rolls over, looking at her out of one eye, most of him still intent on hugging his pillow, except the bits of him that would kind of like to go again*
Re: any-versethe_impala_kidSeptember 18 2009, 20:58:53 UTC
*Dean wakes up from a dream about evil Ents who are trying to drag him down into a perilous, thickly forested Hell, wondering just what the fuck he drank last night to cause these kind of dreams, when after a long moment he realizes that he's still being hugged. Clung-to, in fact. Tightly.
With dawning horror he looks down, to see Robert the Doll giving him some serious good morning love.
His eyes widen, and he stares . . . and stares . . . *
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Hey, baby.
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*She had the benefit of Slayer healing as a hangover cure. He, however, did not.*
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*he gives her a look*
Not bein chipper doesn't mean hungover, baby. Preferrin' to sleep for another two hours to gettin' up don't mean hungover, either.
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God I hope I was drunk last night.
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Why? Am I that un-sexy?
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Nope, just that I didn't remember bringing anyone home.
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Do you remember the parts after we got back here? *he smiles, her laugh light and sweet and normal, nice* Or am I gonna have to refresh you memory?
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With dawning horror he looks down, to see Robert the Doll giving him some serious good morning love.
His eyes widen, and he stares . . . and stares . . . *
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