Dean's Trailer - Late Saturday Night
After saving Dean from a night in the drunk tank Jack lugged the younger man down from Blueberry Hill to Thunder Road.
"Seriously, Sport you have got to lay off the sweets," he groused, more for show than necessity.
Pausing at the door to the trailer, Jack dug awkwardly in Dean's pockets to find his keys and then let them both into the small space. For a moment he thought about letting the young hunter's ass hit the top of the doorway but then figured Dean had enough bruises for the night.
Kicking the door shut behind him, Jack tossed the keys onto the table where the laptop sat and headed for the bedroom. He briefly considered the couch but figured the bed was closer to the bathroom and besides, it was easier to wash the sheets than clean the cushions if Dean wasn't able to make it to the toilet in time.
Carefully levering him down onto the mattress, Jack looked down at the figure and shook his head affectionately before hunkering down on his heels to work on getting Dean's boots off.
[ooc: For the owner of said trailer!]
"Seriously, Sport you have got to lay off the sweets," he groused, more for show than necessity.
Pausing at the door to the trailer, Jack dug awkwardly in Dean's pockets to find his keys and then let them both into the small space. For a moment he thought about letting the young hunter's ass hit the top of the doorway but then figured Dean had enough bruises for the night.
Kicking the door shut behind him, Jack tossed the keys onto the table where the laptop sat and headed for the bedroom. He briefly considered the couch but figured the bed was closer to the bathroom and besides, it was easier to wash the sheets than clean the cushions if Dean wasn't able to make it to the toilet in time.
Carefully levering him down onto the mattress, Jack looked down at the figure and shook his head affectionately before hunkering down on his heels to work on getting Dean's boots off.
[ooc: For the owner of said trailer!]