[CLOSED] || Be my non-valentine?

[100deaths_a_day]

Who: Dean Winchester 100deaths_a_day || Willow Rosenberg goddessofscooby
What: Dean says thanks for making him feel better the other day
Where: Willow's room.
When: February 14
Warning: Maybe a little mouth
Status: Incomplete. Closed.

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[goddessofscooby]

Oh Dean, fate would say if they were in the room together. You're not the only one that's been taught to sleep light.

It takes him to get halfway back to the door for her to sit up in bed. "'M wake Buffy. Just gimme-" She opened her eyes. That being is far to wide to be Buffy. Or Dawn. Or... Giles, Spike... Oh. Wait. Dean. That's Dean. She wiped her eyes sleepily looking over at him. with a sleepy smile.

"G-Good morning." She yawns as she smells the pancakes and her stomach flips knots. H-He remembered... She thought to herself. "Stay. Just... give me a minute to be concious." She asked, sitting up, reshuffling her tank top so that her boobs were more comfortable before sitting up and putting her bedhair into a ponytail.

[100deaths_a_day]

"Morning, Will." He turned where he stood, and smiled at her. He walked over to a wall and merely leant against it as he watched her pull her hair into a ponytail.

He waited for her to 'be concious' as she put it, quietly.

[goddessofscooby]

"What's the occasion?" She asks pulling the delicious looking pancakes onto her lap, looking at the small pile of red wrapped gifts on her night stand. She smiles.

"I'm going to go out on a limb and say these are for me correct?" She said picking the cutlery as she smiles at him.

[100deaths_a_day]

"hmm... I think it might be Valentines Day. Either that, or S.A.M.M went crazy." He laughs.

"Yeah, they're for you... they're probably not great... but hey, pancakes are pancakes, and they're not that drugged food that seems to be lying about everywhere."