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tesserae_, who picked Sam/Faith/Dean off the poll (yes, there will be a second Sam/Faith/Dean story).
“You know,” Faith said, finishing off the last of her beer and elbowing Dean in the side, “most guys would get a girl flowers for Valentine’s Day.”
“Most girls would ask a guy for another beer instead of bruising him,” Dean said, scowling. But he dutifully claimed her empty and swapped it out for a full bottle from the cooler. Grinning, Faith twisted off the top and tossed it into the fire.
“I don’t see what you’re complaining about,” Sam said. He’d claimed Faith’s other side, curled into her almost as close as Dean was. “You’ve got a beautiful night, stars overhead, a roaring fire, and all the hearts any woman could want on Valentine’s Day. Who needs flowers?”
Dean yelped unexpectedly. “Hearts – dammit!” Scrambling to his feet, he stumbled to the pile of glistening organs they’d left on the far side of the bonfire. Using a small hand shovel, he scooped up the balance of the wendigo hearts they’d collected earlier and pitched them into the flames. “Would have been a bitch to forget about those,” he muttered, dusting his hands against his jeans as he rejoined them.
“Now,” he asked, settling back into place and catching Faith’s attention, “you’re always going on about slaying making you hungry and horny…”
tesserae_, who picked Sam/Faith/Dean off the poll (yes, there will be a second Sam/Faith/Dean story).“You know,” Faith said, finishing off the last of her beer and elbowing Dean in the side, “most guys would get a girl flowers for Valentine’s Day.”
“Most girls would ask a guy for another beer instead of bruising him,” Dean said, scowling. But he dutifully claimed her empty and swapped it out for a full bottle from the cooler. Grinning, Faith twisted off the top and tossed it into the fire.
“I don’t see what you’re complaining about,” Sam said. He’d claimed Faith’s other side, curled into her almost as close as Dean was. “You’ve got a beautiful night, stars overhead, a roaring fire, and all the hearts any woman could want on Valentine’s Day. Who needs flowers?”
Dean yelped unexpectedly. “Hearts – dammit!” Scrambling to his feet, he stumbled to the pile of glistening organs they’d left on the far side of the bonfire. Using a small hand shovel, he scooped up the balance of the wendigo hearts they’d collected earlier and pitched them into the flames. “Would have been a bitch to forget about those,” he muttered, dusting his hands against his jeans as he rejoined them.
“Now,” he asked, settling back into place and catching Faith’s attention, “you’re always going on about slaying making you hungry and horny…”
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