Fourth floor common room, Sunday morning

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean was in the kitchen cooking up pancakes for Dawn. Making the batter had been relatively easy, but trying to come up with funny shapes was proving a little more difficult. He tried to do a car but it came out looking more like a deformed amoeba. He had better look with the teddy bear -- one large circle with two smaller ones for ears and that was the first one he presented to his girl friend, along with sides of bacon and eggs.

"This okay?" he asked, still in full grovelling mode.


[ooc: for Dawn but open for all your cr needs though can't promise breakfast will be included. ;)]

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[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn snickered. "Let me know how that goes over, please?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"If I ever try it, I'll make sure you have a front row seat," Dean promised.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Thanks!" Dawn licked her lips, which were a little bit sticky with pancake syrup, then grabbed a napkin and finished cleaning herself up properly. "So, how's the head? Any after stuff from yesterday?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"The head's still attached and the headache's a little less so I think I'll live," Dean said. "Aside from that any other left over stuff is all in the embarrassment and freaking out realm, not the physical." He looked at Dawn earnestly. "I really am sorry," he said again.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"I know you are, and I'm sorry again, too," Dawn got up and put her plate in the sink, then leaned against it, studying Dean. "And I know it wasn't really you. Do you...do you want to talk about it?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean eyed her speculatively. "Do you want me to?"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"If...if you need to?" Dawn hoped she knew what she was asking for. "Not the detail parts, because I really don't want to hear about those, but the other stuff, yeah, I'll listen if you need me to."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean smiled a little and reached out and squeezed Dawn's hand. "Thanks," he said, meaning it. "Really. But I think I'm okay. Have a few apologies to make -- the biggest to you -- and I made a fool of myself, but nothing I can't survive."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Well, I've accepted your apology, so you can cross me off your list," Dawn told him, squeezing his hand back.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"So does that mean our date is back on?" Dean asked, trying for casual and failing miserably.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn was impressed by Dean's subtlety. Except for the part where there wasn't any. "If you want," she shrugged, just as successful as Dean at being casual.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean was completely incapable of keeping the smile off his face. "Oh I want," he said with feeling. "I want very much."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

She smiled. "So it's a date, then."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dawn's smile made him feel all sorts of things and Dean had to clear his throat before he was able to speak again. "It is. Tonight?"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"It just so happens I have tonight free," Dawn said, feeling shy again.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Tonight it is then. And I promise not to turn into anyone else between now and then."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

She kissed him. "That'll be a nice change."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"I'm even trying to make a habit of it," Dean quipped. "Trying for all Dean all the time."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"That's a habit I can definitely get behind."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"You going to help encourage me then?" he asked with a grin, brushing the hair back from Dawn's face and leaning in to kiss her again.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

She closed the distance and kissed him back. "What do I have to do?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"This is good," Dean breathed against her lips.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn licked her upper lip, then Dean's. "I can do this, I think."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean smiled. "You do it really well," he told her.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"So do you." She used her thumb to make little circles in the crook of his elbow. "Though you've had more practice."