Who: Dean Winchester and Sara Lance What: Hanging out When: Saturday evening Where: Their house Warnings: TBD Status: Closed/On-going
The odds of Dean being at home these days was really only about 50/50. Things with Lena were good, really good, and his hopes of it staying that way were definitely up. Knowing his life, though, something would come out of left field and knock them on their asses, take the good away from him. It always happened. He just had to try to enjoy it while he could. Which meant that he spent a lot of nights there, a lot more than she spent at his place especially now that she had a house with no roommates.
It wasn’t every night though and there were evenings that Dean wandered in unshaven and rumpled in clothes that were a couple of days old. It was even less often that he did so and Sara was actually there. He really hadn’t expected her to be on the couch when he walked in, but it was a pleasant surprise.
“Hey.” He went to sit down in the chair, half facing her. “You got time for a beer before you gotta go?” It was Saturday night; she’d be at the club. Maybe he’d go along, too, once he cleaned up.