WHO: Clark Kent and Dean Winchester WHERE: Community Kitchen WHEN: Today, early afternoon. WHAT: Dean is looking for the bottle opener and Clark comes in. AND THEY DO IT! RATINS PG ... they don't do it. I lied. Status: Closed/Incomplete
Never let it be said that throwing a slayer into a pool wasn't fun. Or that it didn't lead to fun times. Though Dean suspected the fact that she had been in a ridiculously good mood was the reason she hadn't retaliated as much as he knew she was perfectly capable of doing.
Dean had gone out in the morning and had actually been gone a lot of the day. Because as much fun as yesterday had been and as delightful of an eyecandy Buffy tended to make, the constant sweat trickling down the back of his neck had been enough to drive him crazy. And sitting still had never been much of his thing except for, sex, eating, and drinking beer. However, he'd come back. Because ... well who knows because. Maybe because hanging around his motel room with nothing to do wasn't his idea of fun. He'd already missed Oprah and Dr. Sexy wasn't on at the moment. And instead of playing with the vibrating bed Dean Winchester wanted to spend time at the apartments. With Buffy. And the other people in the apartment. Other people that he happened to like more and more with each passing moment and crazy hijinks. Yeah. How much you want to bet that those thoughts scared him more than they're scaring you?
So there he was. In shorts and shirtless, looking for the bottle opener. Sweaty hands made opening his drink difficult and he couldn't see where they put the dish towel. And someone had forgotten to replace the last of the napkins and the paper towels. He didn't even bother pausing to think about the fact that this was something that he was annoyed about. That this had never been an issue, nor had actually considering to go out and buy some more, for him before. At least not since he was much younger, three male Winchester living in each other's pockets, and even then not so much.
He couldn't find it. He had searched in every friggin' drawer. Yet nothing. Someone had stolen the bottle opener. What the hell? Man. And he'd been planning on using it. And playing with it.
There were times that Dean Winchester was a man of very simple needs. He was quite disappointed about his lack of bottle opening play time.