Dean Winchester (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
hasperkynipples) wrote2008-11-07 03:28 pm
hasperkynipples) wrote2008-11-07 03:28 pm
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Hot Fudge Sundaes - an RP for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
failuretotrust
Dean was tired.
Not tired in the sense that he wanted to sleep for a week -- although that might be a nice idea -- but tired in the sense that he needed a vacation. A distraction. Something that didn't involve angels, demons, ghosts, hellhounds, tricksters, or wishing wells that gave you food poisoning. He needed something nice and normal, with someone who thought he was nice and (mostly) normal, and when he happened to stumble across a woman who was willing to let him turn her into an ice cream sundae, but also had plans for him? He knew he'd hit the jackpot.
After dropping Sam off wherever Sam wanted to be dropped off, he took off for New York, carefully navigating his car through the streets until he landed in front of her apartment building. He had picked up the chocolate sauce on the way, and now it was just a matter of getting to the front door and making sure that she was home. They had been dancing around each other for long enough now that the fact that they were actually getting somewhere was a bit more convincing. Bottle in his hand, he waited as patiently as possible in the elevator, before making his way to her front door and knocking.
As soon as it opened, he held up the bottle and flashed her his best grin. "So -- these plans for me. How kinky are we talking here?"
Not tired in the sense that he wanted to sleep for a week -- although that might be a nice idea -- but tired in the sense that he needed a vacation. A distraction. Something that didn't involve angels, demons, ghosts, hellhounds, tricksters, or wishing wells that gave you food poisoning. He needed something nice and normal, with someone who thought he was nice and (mostly) normal, and when he happened to stumble across a woman who was willing to let him turn her into an ice cream sundae, but also had plans for him? He knew he'd hit the jackpot.
After dropping Sam off wherever Sam wanted to be dropped off, he took off for New York, carefully navigating his car through the streets until he landed in front of her apartment building. He had picked up the chocolate sauce on the way, and now it was just a matter of getting to the front door and making sure that she was home. They had been dancing around each other for long enough now that the fact that they were actually getting somewhere was a bit more convincing. Bottle in his hand, he waited as patiently as possible in the elevator, before making his way to her front door and knocking.
As soon as it opened, he held up the bottle and flashed her his best grin. "So -- these plans for me. How kinky are we talking here?"