The roof of 42 Blueberry Hill, facing the backyard, Friday night
Dean climbed carefully out the attic window onto the roof, holding a six pack in one hand, and trailing the other back through the window for Phoebe.
"Just don't fall off. Do that and I think our housemates might kill me,"
[ooc: for sleepswthdemons. And now I wanna be home to enjoy my last bottle of punkin ale. And nevermind the fact that it's sold in four packs, not six. . . .]
"Just don't fall off. Do that and I think our housemates might kill me,"
[ooc: for sleepswthdemons. And now I wanna be home to enjoy my last bottle of punkin ale. And nevermind the fact that it's sold in four packs, not six. . . .]