Who: Dean Winchester and Lena Luthor What: Hanging out When: Friday night Where: Lena’s place Warnings: TBD Status: Closed/On-going
There were just about two places exactly where Dean could be found on a Friday night, and if he wasn’t in his usual perch at the end of the bar at Sara’s place, he’d be sprawled out on Lena’s couch. He still felt comfortable being there only because they were blatantly ignoring what had happened while they weren’t in their right minds and pretending that she didn’t wear a ring from her neck that he’d been really happy to pt on her finger. Dean didn’t think that they’d ever have that in real life. He didn’t think they’d ever actually get to that point for real. He didn’t deserve to have that kind of life no matter how much he might want it.
She deserved someone who could give it to her, but as long as she wanted him he was trying not to push her away.
So he sprawled on the couch, a beer dangling from his fingers that for once he wasn’t just knocking right back. Only because he was frowning, thinking about someone he had been pushing away. Someone who definitely deserved better than him, too.
Dean had managed to surround himself with a lot of those sorts. He was glad he at least had Sara in his life to balance them out.
“Hey, do you think I need to call Lucas?” Lena was still the only person he’d actually talk about things like that with. Relationships were kind of more her thing.