Post-Valentine's Day!
Dean and Roger had both come home a little drunk last night. Angua had forced water and Tylenol down their throats for their own good, and because Roger had come into their part of the hut instead of his own with seemingly no intention of leaving, she put them both to bed.
After she'd done away with their shoes and pants, Dean pulled her down to join them. Well, it was better than sleeping on the couch, and it wasn't like it was the first time they'd all shared a bed.
So it wouldn't have been an issue, really, except that in the morning Roger's bony knee was digging into her back. She let out a grunt and shoved at it. "Roger," she scolded, and turned, meeting his newly opened eyes with her own.
Oh.
Oh my. No, it wasn't an issue at all...
After she'd done away with their shoes and pants, Dean pulled her down to join them. Well, it was better than sleeping on the couch, and it wasn't like it was the first time they'd all shared a bed.
So it wouldn't have been an issue, really, except that in the morning Roger's bony knee was digging into her back. She let out a grunt and shoved at it. "Roger," she scolded, and turned, meeting his newly opened eyes with her own.
Oh.
Oh my. No, it wasn't an issue at all...