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[possemagnet]

WHO: Dean and O-P-E-N. (Multiple threads encouraged even though there's not much basis for it. Especially if he hasn't met you yet, or hasn't spoken with you in a while.)
WHAT: Lounging in front of the fire.
WHERE: A common room.
WARNINGS: --- Will edit later.

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[keepsonrunning]

Serena had been walking around, still not used to where everything on the ship is yet. She was wearing layers to keep warm, plus the ear muffs, mittens and scarf that had been left for her, but she wouldn’t be caught dead wearing the Christmas sweater.

She walked into the common room and looked around frowning. That was not where she was meaning to go… “Oops…”

She started to turn back around to leave when she spotted Dean. In his sweater. And she giggled. “Well, don’t you look cute.”

[possemagnet]

Dean raised his head when he saw Serena, he had been so focused on the flames. "Heyyyy sunshine," he laughed out. Raising a hand he began to explain the sweater. "Cute would be an overstatement the Admiral obviously knew me well enough to put skulls and guns on it," he rolled his eyes. "What about you, where's your knitted sweater?"

[keepsonrunning]

“Sunshine?” She laughed and walked over to stand next to the fire, putting her hands out to feel the warmth of the flames. When he mentioned the sweater, she cringed a little. “My sweater is buried deep in one of the drawers, underneath all my other clothes. And that’s where I intend on keeping it.”

[possemagnet]

"Yeah, sunshine. You're like always happy even in this crap hole. Your personality is sunny." He chuckled and put an arm behind his head. "Yeah, I thought my sweater was pretty obnoxious too but at this point as long as it keeps me warm, I don't care."

[keepsonrunning]

“Okay… Well, I like that. It’s good to have someone sunny around, right? It’s too depressing having everyone just so glum.” She looked down at him with a smirk and the next words just came out without even thinking. “I can think of another way to keep warm.” Then her eyes widened and she quickly looked away from him and couldn't believe she just said that.

[possemagnet]

"Half the population on this tin can is warped, depressed, or morbid." He gave a short laugh. "You learn to live with it."

Dean was somewhat glad to have her company. He hadn't seen many bright faces around recently. Her next comment, however, caused both his of brows to raise high. "Oh REALLY?"

[keepsonrunning]

“Yeah, I’m starting to discover that…I’m attracting interesting company, it seems.” She shook her head, remembering yesterday on the deck with Sylar. That was an interesting afternoon. “But so far I haven’t met anyone I don’t like.”

She peeked over at him and when she saw the eyebrows, she blushed. Her cheeks turned a very deep red. It’s a rare occurrence to see Serena blush like that. Embarrassment is a waste of energy to her. Not this time, though. “Umm… Yeah, maybe.”

[possemagnet]

"Just be careful what company ya do make, we're not all as nice as we seem." Dean rubbed the back of his neck looking up at her from beneath knitted brows. "...Maybe?"

[keepsonrunning]

“I’ve been warned many times.” But Serena was too nice and trusted people way too easily. The warnings wouldn’t help, no matter how hard she tried to listen. She continued to look down at the fire as she spoke. “You’re injured, you need to rest. Strenuous activity would be bad for you.”

[possemagnet]

Dean laughed into his palm. "I've been resting for a couple a' days and besides... I wouldn't call it strenuous. I thought I was gonna be shown that you satisfy?"

[keepsonrunning]

She couldn't help laughing herself and she moved to sit down on the couch beside him. Her cheeks were still a little pink. "I always stay true to my word."

[possemagnet]

"Put up or shut up," Dean chuckled out before relaxing his back into the couch and turning his head so he could give her a good look. Her platinum tresses took on an ethereal appeal when the hue of the fire bounced off of them.

[keepsonrunning]

"Are you always so demanding?" She raised her eyebrows at him and tried not to laugh, but a few quiet giggles escaped. After a moment, she moved closer to him, her face inches from his, and smirked.

[possemagnet]

"Maybe I'm just never satisfied." When she moved closer to him Dean couldn't help but reach forward to run a hand through her golden tendrils.

[keepsonrunning]

"Maybe that was before you knew me." When his hand was in her hair, she moved her hand to his cheek, only touching it softly in case the bruises were still tender. Then she leaned down and kissed him softly.

[possemagnet]

Dean returned the kiss, and then pulled back and licked his lips before grunting contentment. "You seem pretty sure about that..." He wasn't on top of his game, the bum leg prevented that but he wasn't too beaten up to indulge either.