Title: Keeping Watch
Disclaimer: Joss and Kripke own Dawn and Dean, I'm just playing with them. Er...
Pairing: Dawn Summers/Dean Winchester
Summary: It's not what you think. Honest.
Notes: Ooops. Sorry for being late!
“What’re you doin’ in my bed?” Dean snapped, pistol in his hand as he yanked back the covers.
“Jesus, Winchester! Are you trying to give me a heart attack,” Dawn shrieked, cringing even as she said it, yanking the covers back.
“Why are you in here?” Dean frowned.
“Because Faith and Sam are using the other room, brain trust.”
“Oh,“ Dean coughed, lowering the weapon. “Sammy sleeps next to the bathroom.”
“I just figured on this bed because he snuck out. Are you really going to kick me out of this bed?” Dawn asked, trying to ignore the fact that Dean was half naked.
“Hell yes, that’s the comfy bed,” Dean smirked.
“I guess you’re sleeping in the un-comfy bed tonight, Dean,” Dawn smiled, plopping back in bed.
Dean thought about it for a second before plopping down on the bed beside her, ignoring her squeak of protest. She tried to kick him out, ignoring the warm tinge she felt surge through her body.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m not sleepin’ in Sammy’s bed, it’s as hard as a rock.”
“You are such a baby.”
“If you’ve got a problem, you can switch beds.”
Dawn tried to ignore him, but about an hour later she found herself half sprawled onto Dean, with his head firmly on her chest. Dawn groaned, trying to figure out what to do. She tried to wiggle away but Dean’s arms only tightened around her waist.
“Don’t even think about it, Dawn,” Dean said tiredly.
“Your head’s on my boobs and you’re telling me not to think about it?” She couldn’t help it, she was actually blushing.
“Dude, shut up,” Dean muttered, pulling her in for a kiss.
Everything would have gone off perfectly, if she hadn’t misjudged which bed was Sam’s.