“Yeah, me too.” Dean’s voice was soft as he looked up at the sky. It was full of snow and the world around them was slowly turning white. Though he’d been joking earlier about Buffy being a good omen, now he wasn’t sure. She’d said it didn’t snow much here and yet here they were, standing in the middle of a snowstorm…okay, maybe not a storm, but it was coming down fast and heavy all the same. Maybe this all did mean something. Something good for a change.
Her arms sliding round him under his jacket made him draw his breath in sharply. He wanted them to be in that motel room now and the thought actually made him feel a little guilty. This wasn’t just some one night stand…he hoped. So dragging her off to some sleazy room and screwing her was the last thing he should be thinking about. But Dean, being Dean, couldn’t really think of much else when she was snuggling against him the way she was.
Reluctantly, he eased her away from him a little. “We should call a cab, yeah? Get back to my place and get my car. Standing out here’s just gonna freeze us. Or we could walk if it’s not far.” He shrugged a little. “See, I have no idea where my place is from here. It could be a block away or it could be miles. Not really got my bearings here yet.”