Chapter 17

March 2002

New Castle, Virginia

...

I woke up and sat up on my arms looking around the room groggily. Dean was still sleeping and John was packing his duffel.

"Are you leaving?" I asked quietly. He looked up and gave me a small smile when he saw I was awake.

"Yeah, there's a something up north that I have to deal with right away, but you guys need to finish this job here." I sat all the way up and swung my legs out of bed to make contact with the floor. I rubbed my eyes. "I went over all the research you did and the pieces all fell together perfectly."

"So what is it we're hunting here then?" I asked, wondering what the hell was so important that he had to leave in such a hurry. I knew if I hadn't woken up when I did, he would have left while we slept and left us a post-it note telling us he'd call.

"There's a witch in town," he said. I frowned.

"But all the victims were attacked by a very large animal." He nodded.

"She's summoned a familiar and is having it do all her dirty work." I grabbed my sweatshirt off the floor and put it on. I started the instant coffee maker in the motel room with the coffee that we had bought ourselves. Motels always charged you ridiculous prices for drinking their coffee.

"So if we kill the witch then the murders will stop, right?" I asked.

"Killing the witch first will set the familiar loose. It won't be under anyone's control and it will probably attack the whole town." He told me. He finished packing and zipped up his duffel. "So you should kill the familiar first, then the witch."

I nodded.

"Think you guys can handle that?" I waved my hand at him in a noncommittal manner. "I'm almost positive that the witch is the widow of the first victim."

"Psh, please John." I joked. "Silver bullets to kill the familiar and any damn thing to kill the bitch. We've got this covered."

"All right." He stopped to glance at Dean and I turned away, grabbing the mug of coffee and going to the bathroom.

"I'm taking a shower." I turned back to him. "Be careful, right?"

"You don't need to tell me. The same goes for you." I nodded and continued into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind me. I hoped that he'd say bye to Dean but it's been pretty touch and go whenever we meet up with John.

...

After Dean and I had gotten rid of the deity in Arizona we had to find the person who had summoned her there. It wasn't that hard to figure out when I remembered the strange ranger that had been at the visitor's center. Dean didn't remember seeing her there. When we had gone back there we only saw the ranger that had first greeted us. We asked him about any other rangers but he told us that there wasn't one who fit the description that I gave.

Then we looked a little more into the men who had died. While Dean couldn't see the what every man had in common, I was a little more 'in the know'.

"They're fucking hot, are you kidding me?" Dean shot me an 'I am not amused' look and I just shrugged. "It's true."

We figured that maybe she skipped town so we tried tracking her down. Dean had stupidly left something at the site where we trapped the deity so we had to drive back there to get it only to stumble on the lady trying to bring the deity back. We soon learned why she summoned the deity in the first place.

"Those men never would have given a woman like me a second chance, let alone a first one! Look at me!" We did. Look at her, I mean, and Dean had no problem salting her self-conscious wounds.

"She is pretty fugly," he muttered quietly to me. Of course, it is Dean and no matter how discreet he tries to be he usually ends up whispering so the whole room could hear him. She started going a little psychotic, and I mean that in the 'she-needs-a-straight-jacket-she's-going-to-gouge-out-his-eyeballs-stick-her-in-a-white-padded-room-now-QUICKLY!' sort of way. Needless to say we took care of her and she won't be bringing back any gods or deity's any time soon and neither will any possible vengeful spirit of hers.

...

Yes, I had been a bit… tetchy. But could you blame me? After that almost kiss in the car and learning that Dean had been in love with some girl who had ended up breaking his heart and breaking my heart in the process and not only that! Oh no, there have been other 'incidents' since then. And I know he's only doing it because he's been hurt badly and he needs to keep up his strong bad boy image but seriously I liked it better when he resorted to picking up $2 whores in bars*deep breath in… deep breath out…* I think I deserve to be a bit 'tetchy'.

I finished my shower and cursed to myself when I realized that I didn't bring any clothes with me. I really didn't want to walk into the room with just a towel in case Dean was awake. I sighed and did my make-up first since it was all ready here from the day before.

I needed to get Dean off my mind so thought about the job instead. What John had said made sense. The first victim hadn't been as brutally killed. He had been mauled by their neighbor's giant dog for one reason or another. The dog in question was now missing. So it made sense that the wife would resort to witchcraft to trap the dog and make it do her bidding. And the dog was being influenced by dark magic and it was more of a beast now. It had grown more evil and giant and there was barely anything left of the original dog which is why we needed to use a silver bullet to kill it.

I jumped when there was a knock at the door.

"Are you done in there?" Dean asked loudly. I sighed as I finished my eyeliner. I guess it was now or never. I made sure that my towel was covering everything that it could and I stood up tall and proud. I unlocked the door and swung it open, smirking at Dean's shock.

"All yours," I told him, walking past him and to my duffel bag. I still felt his eyes on me as I started pulling out clothes to wear so I turned back at him. His eyes were wide and his mouth was open ajar a little. "Close your mouth or spiders will lay eggs in there."

His mouth shut and he quickly stalked into the bathroom. I exhaled and continued to smirk. That went well.

John had woken Dean up to tell him he was leaving but told him he'd call sometime. That meant in a few months. I got dressed while Dean was in the shower and I started loading my Smith and Wesson with silver bullets. We didn't have any silver arrows so I couldn't use my crossbow which would have been my first choice of weapon, but that was okay. I'd just have to be sure to make some in the future.

Dean walked out without his shirt on and as I watched him stretch on his way out I knew he was doing it as collateral for earlier. I couldn't deny that he looked damn good without a shirt on. My eyes trailed up the contours of his abs and I bit my lip. I crossed my legs, feeling a little hot and my eyes continued up past his pectorals before I realized he was just standing there. When I looked up at his face he was sporting his famous Dean Winchester cocky grin. He wiggled in eyebrows in a suggestive manner.

"Like what you see?" I sighed and cocked my head, looking back at his abs. I bit my lip in thought.

"You're a little fat around the love handles, but yeah I guess so." I lied. He glared at me and looked down at his body.

"I do not have love handles." Don't I know it, but I shrugged anyway, making him continue to doubt his sexiness. I was definitely hot and bothered and I knew I needed a good one night stand sometime in the near future. My last sexual encounter had been quite a while ago and it definitely wasn't helping my stress levels. The last thing I needed during a hunt was too much sexual frustration.

He finally put on his shirt and I had to keep from pouting and being disappointed. He still looked just as amazing with a shirt, but his body was definitely drool worthy.

"So did dad tell you what we were dealing with?" Dean asked, snapping me out of my train of thought.

"Yeah," I said, opening up my laptop, "we are dealing with a witch and her familiar."

"What's a familiar?" Dean asked as he made himself a cup of coffee.

"It's like a pet. It's an animal that belongs solely to their master who is 99% of the time a witch. John thinks that the witch is the widow of the first victim. She used spell work to trap the dog that killed her hubby and the dog has been living off the magic that she feeds it, turning it into a beast."

"Seriously?" He asked. I nodded. "I hate witches."

"Yeah. We have to kill the familiar first, with silver bullets; otherwise we'll set it free to rip up every single person in this town and not just the ones that the witch is commanding it to kill."

"So why does she want to kill all these other people?" He asked, sitting across from me at the table.

"Because they all were on the jury during the trial between the dog's owners and her. She wanted the dog to be euthanized but they all voted that it go to obedience school and let the owner keep him." Dean nodded.

"So now she's setting the dog on every asshole in the jury because of it."

"Exactly."

...

Dean pounded on her door as it started to get dark out and I couldn't help but laugh at his get-up. He was wearing a grey jumpsuit with the name 'Edgar' stitched to the front while he posed as animal control.

"Animal control!" He yelled.

I, on the other hand, wore my professional attire and got to be a U.S. Marshall. I had finally gotten my set of fakes from John for my last birthday. What a great present, huh? It's what every 19 year old dreams of getting. I was lucky that I knew how to do my hair and make-up so people thought I was older than I actually was. Sometimes I managed to get drinks without being carded. John wouldn't change my birth date on my driver's license so if I did get carded then I was screwed, but luckily I had Dean who was always willing to buy me alcohol.

"You kinda look like a dominatrix stripper librarian," Dean said, wiggling his eyebrows. I glared at him.

"Do you think that twitching your eyebrows does anything for me?" I asked him. He rolled his eyes and rang the doorbell.

"I don't think she's here," Dean said when there was no answer. I rolled my eyes and pointed to the empty driveway.

"What gave you that idea Sherlock?" I said.

"I really don't need an attitude Negative Nancy." He snapped, turning and walking back to the car. "So then where the hell do you think she is?"

I looked over the list of the people who had been on the jury. There were twelve people in total and eight of them had been killed all ready. I shrugged.

"Could be at any one of these places. Or anywhere else." I said. I sighed and rubbed my forehead. "Where would a crazy widow go to summon her familiar to sick them on somebody?"

"Basement," Dean said, getting out of the car again. I quickly followed.

"I didn't see a basement," I said, following him around the side of the house. We pulled our guns out, me out of the purse I had gotten for my professional get-up and Dean had gotten his from the glove compartment. We found the double doors to the basement and pulled them open. I peered into the darkness, trying to see anything down there.

"Stay behind me," Dean said quietly. I nodded. "And actually cover me this time, okay?"

"One time!" I whispered harshly. He shook his head but continued on. So I had been paying more attention to his ass then to the crazy lunatic we were looking for; sue me.

"It only takes one time," he answered. I sighed and paid attention to our surroundings. He was right. But I mean, come on! Have you been this close to his ass before? I don't think so. I bumped into him before I realized he had stopped.

"What?" He held his finger up to his lips and I quickly listened. There was definitely growling coming from somewhere. "I wish we had a dog."

"Didn't know you were into bestiality." I glared at the back of his head, not caring that he couldn't see.

"Well, well, well," We turned and I almost groaned.

"What happened to cover me?" Dean whispered behind me.

"Maybe I need someone to cover me!" I whispered back. I didn't know why we were whispering, especially since we had been found out, but whatever.

"Did you come here to stop me?" She asked, her voice sickly sweet. "It seems like your plan backfired a little."

The growling got louder and Dean turned.

"Oh, shit." I felt like shaking. This was definitely not how I imagined dying.

"My husband was murdered!" She exclaimed. "I deserve revenge!"

"This isn't revenge," I snapped.

"Be quiet," Dean sighed behind me.

"No?" She asked. "I'm pretty sure that's what this is. I'm not hurting anyone who hasn't hurt me."

"Did you ever think that maybe your husband provoked the dog that killed him?" I asked.

"Oh, please Rosemary, shut your mouth," Dean whined behind me. Yes, sometimes I talked too much too. Okay, I had a lot of faults lately when it came to hunting, but I am still a good hunter. I'd definitely go so far to say that I am one of the best.

"My husband went to get the newspaper and the dog came up behind him!" She cried. "He couldn't defend himself. I watched from the window!"

"So, wait," I said. "Just to clarify,"

"Really?" Dean snapped, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

"You watched your husband die, but you didn't go to help him? You didn't call for help?" I ignored Dean. This was starting to sound like a really sketchy story the lady was telling.

"It all happened too fast," She whimpered. I rolled my eyes.

"Uh, okay Sketchy McSketch Pants; and how much money would you have gotten if the jury voted in your favor?" I asked. I was totally done with the bullshit.

She stopped crying and smirked, walking slowly towards me.

"My, you're a smart girl." She said coyly. I rolled my eyes.

"Yes, I am." I heard Dean sigh in aggravation before he covered my mouth.

"Look, lady, don't listen to this idiot anymore." I licked his hand, trying to get it off of me.

"You probably don't want to lick my hand sweetheart; you don't know what I do with it." I snapped my tongue back into my mouth, cringing. So gross.

"You both are wasting my time," she snapped her fingers and the dog materialized next to her. It was fucking huge! It was as big as a bear and it kind of reminded me of the Grimm. Yeah, from Harry Potter, so what? I'm addicted.

"Don't move," Dean said it so quietly that I barely heard it.

"Have fun with your new toys, pup," she smirked and left us, the beast still growling in front of us, blocking our exit.

As soon as she walked up the basement stairs we heard a gunshot. I blanched and turned to look at the dog. The collar that I didn't notice it wearing before broke and fell off and I knew that meant that she had been killed. This dog was loose now.

I pulled out my gun and started shooting it, Dean following my lead. We hit it, but it wouldn't go down.

"Why isn't it dying?" I yelled.

"There's gotta be a hex bag somewhere, keeping it here." Dean said. I nodded. "You go look, I'll keep it busy."

I quickly ran from them, searching everywhere in the basement. The doors opened and somebody started walking down the stairs. I hid behind a shelf so that they wouldn't see me but I peeked around so I could see them. I noticed them holding something in their hand and cringed when I saw it was the hex bag we were looking for. The person turned their back to me and I quickly jumped out, pointing my gun at the back of their head.

"Give me the bag," I ordered, reaching my hand out.

"Rose, it's me." My eyebrows furrowed as they turned around and I backed up a step when I saw it was John. I rummaged through my purse, keeping the gun pointed at him.

"Why haven't you destroyed the bag, John? The dog could be ripping Dean to shreds right now." I finally pulled out my flask. I opened it with one hand and I saw John smirk.

"Dean's fine, don't worry," I almost rolled my eyes. This was definitely not John. Whoever possessed him could have at least tried a little harder. I shook my flask at him and almost grinned when smoke rose off and the demon yelled in pain. And then I remembered that he was a demon and it wasn't a good thing.

"Really?" I asked sarcastically, sounding like Dean from earlier. "You should have tried a little harder."

"I knew I couldn't fool you Rosemary Bennett." I glared at him with my gun pointed between his eyes. How the hell did the demon know my name? He smirked. "I know a lot about you."

I poured more of the holy water on him and whacked him over the head with my gun. He fell and I quickly pulled the bag out of his hand and set it on fire. I didn't notice that I could hear the growling until it stopped. John punched me in the stomach and kicked my gun out of my hand as I doubled over in pain. He pushed me to the ground and I tried shaking more holy water on him but he knocked it out of my grasp.

"Rose!" Dean yelled.

"We have another situation!" I yelled back, kicking John in the chest and crawling away from him and towards my gun. The room started filling with bright, hot, white light and I covered my head until it disappeared just as fast as it had appeared. I quickly turned over and pointed the gun at John, who was now unconscious on the ground. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

Dean ran up behind me.

"What the hell are you doing?" He asked, pulling me away.

"It's not John. He's not your dad." I told him, getting up and grabbing my flask. I poured more holy water on John, but this time he didn't sizzle. "What the hell?"

"What are you playing at Rose?" Dean bent down to untie his father.

"No, there was seriously a demon in him Dean. He was the one who killed the witch, he had the hex bag and he wasn't burning it or destroying it. And then there was this white light and when I turned around he was unconscious." Dean sighed and turned to look me in the eyes. "I'm not lying, Dean. Why would I attack John?"

"She's right," John murmured, blinking his eyes. "I was possessed."

He winced as he felt the back of his head.

"That was a damn good hit, Rose," he said. I gave him a small smile.

"Sorry," I said. Dean helped him up.

"So, did the demon possess you when you were trying to leave?" Dean asked. We helped him up the stairs and into the Impala since we didn't see his truck anywhere. Plus he had a bad head injury so it wouldn't have been a good idea to let him drive anyway.

"Yeah," he said. "I was at a gas station when it happened. Little shit just came out of nowhere."

He paused and glanced at me. "Did you exorcise it? I don't remember anything after you hit me."

I shook my head and John looked about ready to yell at me. I braced myself for the inevitable but he sighed and shook his head.

"Where did he leave your truck?" Dean asked as he started up the Impala. John chuckled.

"At the gas station, damn demon."

...

"You're sure you'll be fine to drive?" I asked as we dropped him off next to his truck. He nodded.

"I'll see you guys," he got into the cab and drove off. I checked the time and sighed. It was only a quarter after ten.

"What do you say we get some alcohol and unwind? We sure as hell deserve it." Dean said. I turned to him and smiled.

"That sounds like the most perfect idea right now," I said. We drove to the nearest liquor store and Dean went in to get whatever he decided on. There was a small grocery store that was still open right next door so I went in to get something for us to eat. I always had the worst hangovers after I drank, no matter how little I drank, but eating something usually helped. I got some pretzels and got a few things for breakfast the next morning. Neither of us would want to get on the road until later in the afternoon, even to get something to eat.

When I made it back to the Impala Dean was all ready in with the engine running. I looked in the back seat and felt drunk just looking at everything he had gotten.

"Planning on filling a pool?" I asked. He smirked.

"Just stocking up for the future." I laughed and shook my head. We seemed to be finally getting over our awkward hump. Maybe that meant we could move on. "What did you get in there?"

"Food," I said. He rolled his eyes. I giggled. He hated it when I was vague like that. Well, that was just too damn bad.

"So," Dean said as we walked into the motel, "tequila, vodka, whiskey or rum?"

"Ooh, hard choices," I said, shutting the door behind me. "What kind of rum?"

"Is there anything other than Sailor Jerry's?" He asked sarcastically, pulling it out of the bag. I clapped my hands and ran up to grab it out of his hands. I hugged the handle of rum close to my body.

"My favorite," I cooed, rocking it back and forth. Dean stared at me like I was crazy. "Well don't just stand there! Get some cups."

"Cups? We don't need no stinking cups," I shrugged and quickly popped the cap open, taking a swig from the bottle. It burned as it slid down my throat and I felt goose-bumps rise on my skin.

"Aah, that's the stuff," I said, sighing in content as I handed it to Dean. I kicked off my heels and took off my jacket but stayed in my skirt and blouse. I didn't feel like changing just yet. Dean took a few gulps before he passed it back to me. We both sat down on my bed and he turned on the T.V., purely for noise. "Wanna play a drinking game?"

Dean smirked. "Absolutely."

I pulled out the cards from my duffel and asked which game we should play.

"Strip poker?" He asked. I rolled my eyes. "Or not."

"King's cup?" I suggested.

"There's only two of us." I shrugged. "How about Across the Bridge?"

"Sure,"

"Youngest goes first," Dean said motioning towards me. We were definitely all ready tipsy. I grabbed the bag of pretzels and poured a bunch onto the table for easy access. I popped a pretzel in my mouth and shuffled the cards. I laid out ten cards, face down on the table. Dean flipped the first one over and got an ace.

"Oh, bad luck," I snickered. He drank four gulps out of the handle as I set out four more cards. This time I flipped a card and got a four. I flipped again and got a seven. Three, six, then a jack. I sighed and grabbed the handle and drank a gulp. I added one more card to the pile. Dean flipped a five, two, nine and then a king.

We continued playing long into the night. Pretty soon the handle was more than ¾'s empty and Dean and I had laid down on one of the beds and were just talking.

"Why do you like Oprah?" I asked.

"I don't," he said quickly. I sat up and glared at him.

"Okay, really? Don't even pretend you don't. I always catch you watching it. Why do you think I ask you to always change it back to Oprah? It's not because I like it." I said, laying back down.

"Okay, so I watch Oprah." He said, slurring a little. It's not like I had the best annunciation right now, either. "It's just 'cause she's got a lot to say. And she gives away a lot of free stuff."

I laughed and we started talking about other things.

"Who was the first girl you've had sex with?" I asked him. He narrowed his eyes in thought.

"I think her name was Lexie." He shrugged. "I don't know where we were. She was definitely a few years older than I was. I think I was a freshman."

I nodded.

"I'd ask you, but," he paused and grinned. I rolled my eyes.

"I don't even remember his name." I gasped. "Oh my god! I don't think I ever knew his name."

"Seriously?" Dean asked, laughing. I giggled. "Isn't that something all girls remember?"

"Am I really a normal girl?" I asked sarcastically. Then I remembered. "Wait, I think it was Jessie, or James, or Justin… Justin! It was Justin!" I exclaimed.

"Congrats, I'm proud you remembered." I smirked.

"Who did you have your best night with?" I asked. He bit his lip in thought.

"Her name was Lisa," he said, remembering it.

"I think I kind of remember her." I said. "A few years ago, right?"

He nodded.

"You have really nice abs, do you know?" I asked. He laughed again. It was hard for me to stay on one top when I was drunk.

"Yeah, I did. You have a nice rack." He said. I scrunched up my eyebrows. "You're boobs. They are awesome."

I rolled my eyes again.

"Is that all you ever think about when you think of girls?" I asked. He shook his head and looked pretty serious.

"No, definitely not." I stared at him, waiting for him to continue. I don't know if it was the alcohol, but he was looking incredibly hot. And I remembered how horny I had been earlier. Uh-oh.

"Well?" I asked, trying to shift away from how attractive he was.

"They have to smell nice." He added. "And I like longer hair. I'm actually not really into blondes all that much."

I snorted. "That's funny because I only ever see you with blondes."

I frowned when I remembered when I woke up to him and that one girl doing the nasty.

"Really?" He asked as he thought about it. "Yeah, I guess you're right. I don't know. When I'm looking for a one night stand, it's totally different than when I'm looking at a girl who could be more than that."

"Are you ever going to have more than that?" I asked quietly. He frowned and looked down at me. I licked my lips. He shrugged.

"I don't know. I want to. I really would love to settle down some day. But in this profession? I think I'm gonna have to stick with one nights only." I sighed.

"Yeah, me too." I bit my lip, looking up at him. "What kind of girl would you want to have a relationship with?"

"Definitely someone strong. I mean, like, emotionally and mentally. Although if she was physically strong that would definitely make for some hot, hot sex." I giggled. "Someone smart, and funny. A woman who wouldn't deal with my crap. Girls who I just sleep with take all the mean comments I say, but the woman I'd end up with forever wouldn't put up with it. I'd want her to find herself beautiful and be self confident. But, at the end of the day, I'd want her to let me take care of her."

"She sounds like a great lady." I said. I wish I was that lady, I thought. "What about that one girl? The one who dumped you?"

"Cassie? What about her?" Dean asked.

"Was she like that?" I asked. Dean thought about it for a moment before he nodded.

"Yeah, I guess."

"I hope you get her." I hope I am her.

"Me too," he said, smiling at me. "What about you?"

"Oh, I don't swing that way." I said, keeping my face straight for all of -.45 seconds. I started giggling again. Why do I giggle so much when I'm drunk?

"Cute," he said sarcastically.

"Well, I don't know." I couldn't tell him that he was my perfect guy. He was definitely the guy I want to end up with. I could definitely be his perfect woman. I just wish he thought so too.

"Rosie?" He asked quietly. I snapped out of my thoughts.

"Yeah Dean?" He cupped my face with his hand and I leaned into his touch, closing my eyes. Here we go again, I thought. I knew I should pull away but I couldn't.

"I really want to do something, but I think it might be a bad idea." He whispered. I shook my head.

"That's okay." I told him.

"Are you sure?" He asked and despite my better judgment, I nodded. I opened my eyes and saw his were closed. For a second I thought he had fallen asleep but then I realized he was leaning forward, towards me. My heart started beating a million beats per second and I quickly met him more than halfway, on my part at least.

His lips were so soft as they melded into mine and he quickly slipped his tongue through our lips. He wrapped his arms around my back and flipped us so he was on top. We continued to make-out as I ran my hands through his hair and I moaned. His hair felt like feathers and I couldn't believe that any of this was happening. I hoped that I'd remember it the next morning, and as I bent my leg a little to brush up against him I hoped that it would go a bit further.

He moaned and ran one hand down my side as the other was rested on the back of my head, pulling my hair gently and definitely very erotically. Chills erupted from his fingertips everywhere he touched as they brushed across my chest and found their way to the buttons on my shirt. He slowly started unbuttoning them and I pulled at his hair gently too.

"Oh, Dean," I sighed as he started to kiss my neck. He discarded my shirt off my shoulders and helped me sit up so I could take it all the way off. He moved his hand down to the zipper of my skirt and I shimmied out of it while unbuttoning his shirt. He stood up at the end of the bed and smiled down at me.

"You're beautiful," he told me. I blushed.

"Do you tell that to every girl you sleep with?" I asked, smiling back at him. He shook his head, very serious.

"I've never told that to anyone." He discarded his two shirts and his pants quickly after that before pouncing on me on the bed. "I've wanted to see you naked since I saw you in that towel."

"Then do it," I dared with an eyebrow raised. He showed off his usual cocky grin and right then I had never seen anything sexier in the world than him. "You have a condom, right?"

He nodded and fished through his pants to pull one out of his wallet. I held back from rolling my eyes at that, I was just glad he had one. Finally he moved his hands to take off the rest of my clothes and I quickly got rid of his boxers.

I had never had louder, crazier, more intense, sexier, more passionate and longer sex with anyone and I doubted I ever would again. We had definitely been going at it for hours and the sun was peeking through the curtains by the time we finally came together for the last time.

We laid down and I was surprised that I was still very drunk. That could have been because of our recent activities but I wasn't sure. I was pretty sure I was just deliriously happy. He wrapped his arms around me and I rested my head against his chest, letting the rise and fall lull me to sleep.

"Hey," he whispered.

"What?" I whispered back.

"I know we're still drunk," I giggled a little. At least it wasn't just me. "And I don't know how we'll feel about this whole thing when we wake up and sober up, but,"

He paused. I poked his stomach lightly to make sure he hadn't fallen asleep. "But what?"

"But this wasn't a mistake." He sighed. "At least not right now."

"I agree," I said, yawning.

Did I mention I was deliriously happy? Because if I wasn't before, I definitely was then.

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