Title:Dean's Dream
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Warnings: Nope.
Notes:Nope.
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"…we only have an hour until we have to pick Ben up from baseball," Lisa said, wine glass in hand.
"I'm coming; I'm coming," he told her, slamming the trunk of the Impala and walking over. He got down on the picnic blanket she had laid out before taking the beer she offered. That was their thing: he drank beer, she drank wine.
He took a drag while she spoke, "So what'd you think of Ben's coach?"
"He's nice."
"He's better than the last one. Trust me."
"Alright," he smiled, locking eyes with his girlfriend. He'd have to trust her. He wasn't there then. They were silent for a few seconds. "So… uh… what are we going to do for an hour?"
She smiled. "Well, I'm not sure. It is your birthday so I was going to let you…"
But she couldn't finish the sentence because Dean was on top of her, letting his lips mingle with hers and reliving memories very similar to the ones they had created years ago. Hey. It was his birthday after all, right?