I was wrong, it never lasts. There is no... modern romance.

[little_moons]

Self-flagellation. It's just like that. Only less fun

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[weary_head]

"Man," said Dean as he cleared the treeline, "How'd I know you'd be making that face?" He took the last few steps to Neil's hut at a bound, plopping himself in front of Neil and his log. "Ought to get a new one."

[little_moons]

"The fuck's got you so fuckin' cheerful?" I say, irritated for all of five seconds before I break out into a wide grin. Max runs over, wagging his tail so hard his whole back end's shaking.

[weary_head]

"You kidding?" Dean asked, pointing at his own face. "You woke up to this mug every day, you'd be smiling, too." He bent over to give Max an enthusiastic scratch behind the ears, but had to straighten again when Max threatened to tump himself over with his continued wagging.

"Dude, that is way too much badonk-a-donk for one little dog."

[little_moons]

"Yeah, too bad for me," I smirk, "You know, that almost sounds like an offer."

Max is just... fucking embarrassing, but it's beyond my control now. "He's a fuckin' slut." Learned from the best. Ha fucking ha.

[weary_head]

"Aren't we all," said Dean with a happy sigh. "Waking up to me every day...you reckon that's like staring into the sun?"

[little_moons]

"Biggest fuckin' tease on the island," I say, to Max, like I expect him to agree, "You worked your way through all the unsuspecting ladies yet, or are you pacing yourself?"

[weary_head]

Dean gave that his honest consideration. He hadn't been pacing himself - with his days dwindling down, it had pretty much been screw or die, with a very loose definition of the word 'or'. Now, though...now Dean could take his time.

He stretched his arms back behind his head and grinned at Neil. "Think I oughta start pacing myself. There's time, you know?"

[little_moons]

"Plannin' on stickin' around this time?" I ask, all teasing smirks, but even though I know it's not a question he can answer in a place like this, there's something honest about it. He seems to come and go more than the rest.

[weary_head]

"Yes," said Dean emphatically. He couldn't do a thing about it, and deep down Dean knew it, but he felt too good to let that thought ruin the relief that had flooded him when his Deal failed to come due. Better to bask in it for as long as he possibly could. "I am definitely staying this time."

[little_moons]

"Good." My smile smooths out into something a little more real -- warmer, if that's how you wanna put it -- and it's stupid, but I feel something almost like relief.

I look away, just in time to catch Max trying to run off with one of my stupid fucking hooker boots, and I kick halfheartedly at him to chase him off.

[weary_head]

Dean's grin warmed, too, at least for as long as it took him to catch it, and he seized on the distraction Max provided before Neil could say anything.

"Man," he drawled, eyes full of all fifteen plus inches of those boots. "You really take that streetwalking thing to heart, huh?"

[little_moons]

"Fuck off. It was one of those weird island fuck-ups, we all got stuck in bullshit costumes on Halloween, couple years back," I shrug, "Figured they might come in handy one day."

Mostly, it was just a joke between me and Logan. Nostalgia, I guess. Now, I can't really stomach the idea of getting rid of them.

[weary_head]

"For what, exactly?" Dean asked. "Changing lightbulbs hung just a stilletto out of arm's reach?"

[little_moons]

"We didn't have lightbulbs in the hut," I say, arching a brow, "I dunno, they're uncomfortable as fuck."

[weary_head]

"Then what'd you use them for, you kinky son of a bitch?" Dean laughed. He probably didn't want to know, but he'd faced demons. He could face one guy in heels.

[little_moons]

"Honestly? Worst sex we ever had," I admit with a laugh, picking up one of the boots and turning it over in my hands, "Ended with me still hard and Logan sulking in a pair of handcuffs... Just felt weird, getting rid of 'em, I guess."

Too much information? He asked.