Title: Keeping Watch
Author: Jmaria
Theme:
Intimacy
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Joss and
Kripke are the Bosses. They own Dawn and Dean
Pairing:
Dawn Summers/Dean Winchester
Words: 369
Summary:
It's not what you think, honest.
Author's Notes: yeah...
Keeping Watch
Dawn left the room she was sharing with Faith to give her
and Sam some privacy. Since she wasn't thrilled at the idea of
sleeping in the car, she took Sam's room key and slipped into the
room. The bathroom light glowed through an open crack, and she
figured Dean wouldn't notice the switch so she burrowed under the
covers of the bed closest to the door.
Everything would have gone
off perfectly, if she hadn't misjudged which bed was Sam's.
"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?"
"Sleepin', Summers."
"Not
here!"
"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."
"Ass."
"Brat."
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.
