It's a miserable, wet beginning to September. Dean's roll out of bed makes it about halfway, right up until his eyes make it level with the window and he glimpses the grey skies and the smacking of raindrops on the leaves for the third bloody day in a row and all in a rush his breath leaves him and he flops back down onto the bed, thinking Oh just bugger this.
No, Dean decides, it is the perfect morning for a good long lie-in, and then maybe a cup of tea all cozy in the covers, and then perhaps a quick nap, after. And he won't even have to get out of bed for the tea, just a quick Scourgify on his tea cup from last night, a simple conjuring spell, and, Bob's your uncle. Brilliant, he thinks, and settles back against the pillows and shuts his eyes
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No, Dean decides, it is the perfect morning for a good long lie-in, and then maybe a cup of tea all cozy in the covers, and then perhaps a quick nap, after. And he won't even have to get out of bed for the tea, just a quick Scourgify on his tea cup from last night, a simple conjuring spell, and, Bob's your uncle. Brilliant, he thinks, and settles back against the pillows and shuts his eyes ( ... )
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Oh, I love your Dean/Luna. This is perfect! *claps*
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