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When; March 18 Fairly early in the morning
Rating; Let's go R. They both have mouths on them
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gotanotherplan
Summary; Dean has a hangover. Cas has no sympathy and Jo is vulnerable to the puppyface
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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.

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"Volume," he reminded her, burying one ear into the pillow. If he could only half hear her it wouldn't be so bad. "Adding more alcohol numbs everything a little bit then the coffee wakes you up."

He considered her a minute, glanced around the room then back at her. "I'll let you sleep in my bed."

"Gonna have to do better than that, Deano." Jo grinned and got comfortable, her legs stretched out in front of her, crossed at the ankles, and she reached for a pillow to rest in her lap. "I sleep in here all the time."

"At night. No more couch," Dean told her and then he pulled out the big guns. Yup. Jo was getting puppyface big time. "Come on, Jo. I'm sick."

"... But then where are you gonna sleep?" Jo gave him a look because she felt like maybe he was just trying to talk her into this, but then she noticed the puppyface and ohwhatthefuck, that wasn't fair at all.

"Ugh, fine. Deal. Get comfy, jerk, I'll put on a pot of coffee and bring you your beer. If you end up barfin' I'm just gonna laugh at you, though." And then she was swinging her legs off the bed, making her way to the kitchen.

Oh goody he doesn't have to answer that question. Obviously he's going to sleep in the bed too. Duh. She can have her own bed when they move out of Anna's place.

In response to her agreement he snuggles back down into the bed very carefully. "I'm not gonna barf. Geez."

And even cursed he might be watching her walk to the kitchen. He's uninterested. Not blind.

Jo's quick to get the coffee pot started, even though she's still trying to learn her way around the kitchen. Once she's sure that's not about to explode or spill over, she's shifting things around in the fridge until she can pull out two bottles of beer, cracking them both open before walking back into the room and flopping down on the bed.

"Here you go," she said, passing him one of the beers and taking a sip of hers. "I'll let you enjoy this moment. The couch isn't so bad, but, it sure as hell ain't a bed."

For her effort Jo got a big grin. Even though it hurt his head to grin. He took the beer and sipped warily at it. He was testing his stomach, not the beer. Once he decided his stomach was going to tolerate beer he took a longer sip. He could smell the coffee already beginning to percolate. he snuggled back into the bed and let out a groan of satisfaction. He was absolutely going to enjoy this moment.

"Thanks, Squirt."

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