RockStarPeach

This was surprisingly so much fun!!! Hope you like it, honey :)


“Moving sucks,” Dean complains, frowning at his handful of cards, then the ones laid out on the grass between them. He sighs and throws one down at random, rolling his eyes when Charlie smiles and squeals, playing six cards of her own and moving Dean's life counter down by down five points.

He sighs again and folds his hand.

“But not as much as this game. You sure you don't want to go down to the river and look for dead bodies? Or maybe make out?” he tacks on, with an ill-developed flirty grin. He's eleven, give him a break.

Charlie pulls a face like something smells bad (something does, incidentally – his little brother got a bit microwave-happy with some tin foil earlier) and shakes her head.

“Gross,” she says and Dean figures she's probably talking more about the making out than the dead bodies. Too bad. Dean likes Charlie. Not that he doesn't like other girls, just. She's cool. And he's moving in two days (stupid Dad's work) and he's never even kissed a girl!

“Whatever,” Dean grumbles, picking up his hand again. “How long does this game last, anyway?”

“Hey!” Charlie snaps, looking at Dean sharply. “Magic: The Gathering is a privilege, Winchester!”

“Well how long does my privilege last, then? I think Wrath of Khan is on cable...”

Charlie narrows her eyes and says, “Finish this game with me. Don't complain. And then I'll watch Star Trek with you.”

Dean's head tilts as he considers her offer. Nobody else is going to watch Star Trek with him, so it's not bad, but this game. It's like torture.

“And I'll let you kiss me,” Charlie adds, sensing Dean's hesitancy. Dean's face lights up and his frown turns to a mockery of a leer as he leans closer, but Charlie puts a hand on his chest, pushing him back. “After,” she says. “And one kiss. No tongues.”

Dean sits back and lets himself sulk for half a second before he's smiling again.

“Yeah, okay,” he says. “Hey, what does this 'Black Lotus' card do?”

“Damn it!”