The roof of 42 Blueberry Hill, facing the backyard, Friday night

[givemethehunt]

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

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[sleepswthdemons]

Phoebe took Dean's hand and climbed out after him. She was carrying a bottle of tequila in her other hand.

"I'll be careful. I wouldn't want them to kill you, Dean." She gave him a small smile. "Thanks."

[givemethehunt]

"Hey, it's no problem." Dean settled himself carefully on the pitched roof and cracked a beer open. He smiled back. "Figured it might be nice to actually, you know, talk to my new roommate for once,"

[ooc: I get to run hoooooome now, yay!]

[sleepswthdemons]

"Yeah, I guess I haven't really talked much since I got here," she apologized as she opened up her bottle. "Been hiding a lot."

[givemethehunt]

"I noticed. Didn't want to push or nothing, but that's a damn shame. You're way too cute to hide from the world."