The Night We Met *Private*

[dannychan]

when dean woke up, he had the most splitting pain in his head. he groaned, putting a hand to his temples and whimpering softly. at the front gate stood a man, hands in his pockets. a woman with fairly long hair stood at the guard post. "oh, rapunzel, rapunzel, let down your hair!" he called teasingly. the woman blinked. "rick!" she yelled.