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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

As Dean moved, Seamus resettled himself against the actual pillow and pulled the blankets up higher on his chest. He felt almost as if he'd taken a potion himself - sleepiness hitting him out of nowhere. By the time he managed to murmur "Candle," Dean was already dozing. Seamus reached for his wand, glad he hadn't thrown it to the floor as he'd been tempted to while they were rearranging. He doused the candle and - luckily - the slight line of smoke it sent up didn't result in blaring noise from any kind of muggle device.

Satisfied that the hotel room wouldn't burn down, Seamus extended a hand to the table on the opposite side and dropped his wand there. He spent a few minutes listening to Dean's regular breathing beside him, thinking about their plans for the next day - and the day after that, and the day after that - and how amazing it was to have an actual week off work. That was all it took to send him off to sleep at last.