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tampered2010-03-18 07:28 pm
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Log ongoing; closed
When; March 18 Fairly early in the morning
Rating; Let's go R. They both have mouths on them
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dude_imbatman & gotanotherplan
Summary; Dean has a hangover. Cas has no sympathy and Jo is vulnerable to the puppyface
Log;
His first thought was Hell. I'm in it. His second thought was fuck. His third thought moved to coffee and beer because some part of his brain remembered an entire bottle of Jameson and Happy Friggin' Irish day. He started to move, slowly in an attempt to keep his head from exploding and himself from hurling when he realized he was pinned down to the bed. He opened his eyes the slightest bit to confirm yup...pinned down to the bed by a tiny blonde. Now this wouldn't have been such a strange turn of events for Dean except he was dealing with Laszlo's deal. There wasn't even any rise and shine in the morning (which Dean wasn't afraid to say he missed. A little oak in the morning was a good thing) so that pretty much ruled out this being a 'normal' situation for Dean.
Second, it was Jo. Hottie? Oh hell yes but also hands off. Dean had known that from the moment he'd met her mother. Besides she was a hunter and there were certain rules about hunters.
Third. She had all her clothes on and he was still wearing a shirt and boxer shorts.
Fourth...oh sweet virgin Mary. Someone could get him coffee and beer. Dean didn't have to move a muscle.
Now to convince...
"Jo, wake up Sweetheart. Open those pretty brown eyes."
Because he needed coffee and beer now.
Rating; Let's go R. They both have mouths on them
Characters;
dude_imbatman & gotanotherplanSummary; Dean has a hangover. Cas has no sympathy and Jo is vulnerable to the puppyface
Log;
His first thought was Hell. I'm in it. His second thought was fuck. His third thought moved to coffee and beer because some part of his brain remembered an entire bottle of Jameson and Happy Friggin' Irish day. He started to move, slowly in an attempt to keep his head from exploding and himself from hurling when he realized he was pinned down to the bed. He opened his eyes the slightest bit to confirm yup...pinned down to the bed by a tiny blonde. Now this wouldn't have been such a strange turn of events for Dean except he was dealing with Laszlo's deal. There wasn't even any rise and shine in the morning (which Dean wasn't afraid to say he missed. A little oak in the morning was a good thing) so that pretty much ruled out this being a 'normal' situation for Dean.
Second, it was Jo. Hottie? Oh hell yes but also hands off. Dean had known that from the moment he'd met her mother. Besides she was a hunter and there were certain rules about hunters.
Third. She had all her clothes on and he was still wearing a shirt and boxer shorts.
Fourth...oh sweet virgin Mary. Someone could get him coffee and beer. Dean didn't have to move a muscle.
Now to convince...
"Jo, wake up Sweetheart. Open those pretty brown eyes."
Because he needed coffee and beer now.