Wednesday Morning.

[whoyougonnacall]

It's raining, the sort of early morning Vancouver drizzle that soaks in deep and sits heavy for the rest of the day - the sky slate gray and unwelcoming. Jensen watches the rain hit the window in a dull endless patter through a crack in the drapes, awake before the alarm on his cellphone has even had its chance to trill loudly, pulling him out of

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[smartsb4beauty]

*it takes a little while for the words to really sink in, more than just 'wake up' anyway, which is all well and good except he's warm and sleepy and the dogs ain't barking so why would he wanna wake up, and he does that grumble and*

*and then it slowly all filters back in, right, you're off, and not just off to your place off but off off and the tiredness isn't only the accumulation of so much work - now done - on the show, it's also how late they went to sleep last night because he had even more restless energy than usual and okay, so where's it gone now, you'll ask, just give him a minute, and he blearily leans up on an elbow to rub at his eyes, wincing*

'time is it?

[whoyougonnacall]

Little after seven.

*said quietly as he watches you, bleary and still mostly asleep, hair every which way and eyes a little puffy with sleep - it's all just so very you that it kind of makes his chest hurt a little, but in a good way*

My cab'll be here in a half hour. You don't need to get up - I just didn't want to leave without saying goodbye.

[smartsb4beauty]

I ain't gettin up.

*huge paw grabbing you by the back of your, er, whatever it is you're wearing, and pulling you down into the bed with him, nope, you get no say in the matter, his mouth finding yours, eyes slipping blessedly shut*

There. You're stayin here for another half hour. Everythin packed?

[whoyougonnacall]

*he would have resisted except, you know, that's really not ever gonna happen, especially when your lips are involved, settling so he's comfortable and not about to elbow or knee you someplace important, leaning up on his forearm, wrist curled at an angle to brush the hair off your forehead*

Yeah, think I got everything I need.