#i hope baby ASL can help you feel much better bestie!

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A Christmas gift for my secret santa @mimi-ya 🥰🥰🥰 Thank you for being a wonderful friend, Mimi. I'm so glad that we've talked and I just want you to know that I'm really proud of you and I love you lots❤ You're amazing, kind, and you deserve all the best in the world🤩🤩🤩 Also, I can't wait to buy your book someday hehe I'll come running as fast as possible once you publish it. I heard that something bad happen for you on the holiday and I'm so sorry to hear that😢 I hope your family will get better soon and you can enjoy your holiday ❤ take care of yourself and remember that we always think of you!!!

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When You Say It Like That...

Dedicated to my girls, @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms and @paintrider13-blog and at least part of what I hope we will be doing in 90 days!!

Word Count: 927

Warnings: Language, drinking, implied smut

Pairing: Rob x Me, Jared x Ana, Jensen x Megs

Let’s all assume for the sake of fiction that ALL parties involved are single. 

Written for Kari’s @thing-you-do-with-that-thing SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge 2017 and the prompt will be bold “It’s 8:30, I have a hangover and you’re annoying me.” 

It was hot outside, but it was beautiful. The first truly nice Spring day in Minneapolis and my girlfriends and I were taking full advantage of it. My deck faced the bright sun and all three of us were soaking up the rays. Megs and I were lounging in the zero gravity chairs, while Ana opted for a towel in the grass.

 “Ang? You need another?” Megan called as she rose from her chair.

 “Yeah, thanks Babe,” I called out as she walked through the sliding glass door into the kitchen. It was a quick walk to the ‘cocktail fridge.’

 “Where the fuck you been?!” I called to her as she walked back out several minutes later.

 “Hey! I had to pee!” Megs retorted, before placing an ice cold can between my shoulder blades.

 “You bitch!” I shouted, giggling and nearly falling out of my chair.

 “Hey, bitches, keep it down! Some of us are trying to sleep,” Ana grumbled from her spot in the shade.

 “Sorry, jerk,” Megs and I responded at the same time, erupting in a fit of laughter. 

 “Maybe if you hadn’t been up all night writing porn, you wouldn’t be so salty today,” Megs threw back at her as she settled back into her lounger.

 “So what is the plan for tonight?” Megs asked me. I could see her eyebrows raised up over her silver aviators. I knew that look.

 “The boys said they would be here about eight, then dinner,” I responded, waiting for the inevitable.

 “Just the boys?” Megs sassed back.

 “I don’t know, Megs. Robby said, and I quote, ‘We will be there around eight, Red. Don’t miss me too much. Love you,’ then he hung up. He didn’t say who all he was bringing, so I assume it is him and Rich, as usual,” I closed my eyes and laid back down; I could hear her rolling her eyes.

We enjoyed the afternoon, thoroughly. I missed my girls so damn bad and it was the best feeling in the world to spend a couple of days with them. Well, if I am being honest, it is the second best feeling in the world. The first was no doubt being in love with my amazing fiance, Rob.

The drinks flowed and the day passed, the sun hiding behind the trees. I felt myself growing sleepy and I was so relaxed I could just fall asle…

 “Red, Baby, wake up. I’m home,” Rob’s voice called softly in my ear and I turned my head toward him, groaning at the pain radiating from my gray matter.

 “Robby, head hurts,” I grumbled, reaching out for his hands.

 “Come here, Baby. I got you,” Rob lifted me into his arms, carrying me inside and laying me gently on the couch. He returned shortly with a glass of water and a couple of ibuprofen.

 “Hmmm, thank you, Robby. What time is it?” I inquired, laying an arm over my eyes.

 “It’s almost eight-thirty. Why?” Rob asked.

 “Oh no! Our night out! Where are Ana and Megs? And Rich?” I looked around, finally my eyes landing back on his.

 “Megs and Ana are out back, entertaining our guests,” Rob cajoled.

 “Guests?” I groaned once more. “Who did you bring home this time?”

 “Just Jared and Jensen, I promise. But we are scheduled to meet Rich and Billy later. You up for it?” Rob sat down next to me, lightly massaging my scalp with one hand.

 “I don’t know, Babe, I-” I was cut off from Megs howling as she walked into the house, followed closely by a loud ‘roaarr’ I recognized as Jensen.

 “Oh. My. God. He showed her his bear boxers, didn’t he?” I grumbled into the pillow as the two of them entered the living room. “Jensen, so help me God if she doesn’t come home in one piece…” I started.

 “Don’t worry, Darlin’. She’ll come home in one piece, she just might not be able to walk,” Jensen declared as he smacked her ass so hard it echoed through the room.

 “Jesus Christ, you two. Take it somewhere else!” I shouted at the pair of them.

 “Bee in your bonnet, Beautiful?” Jensen laughed.

 “No! It’s 8:30, I have a hangover and you’re annoying me.” I threw a pillow at him.

 “Okay, okay. Feel better, Ang. We will miss you tonight.” Jensen placed a sweet kiss to my cheek and pulled my bestie from the room.

 “Ana?” I asked, looking back at Rob.

 “Already wrapped up in Jared on the deck. They will be out there for awhile, so they won’t bother us.”

 “I just want me some Robby snuggles and I will feel right as rain. This is what I get for day drinking with my girls.” I confessed, wrapping Rob in my arms as he laid down next me to me.

 “Yeah, but it was worth it wasn’t it?” He laughed.

 “Totally worth it. I would suffer through a hundred hangovers to be able to see them everyday.” I murmured against his chest.

 “What do you say you and me head upstairs so we can get our snuggle on, while the lovebirds can have the couch? I promise to be gentle,” Rob whispered in my ear.

 “I am only a little hungover; you don’t need to be that gentle,” I admitted to my lover.

 “Well, when you say it like that…” Rob attacked my neck, tickling me with his scruff and whispering promises in my ear that I knew he would make good on, and I was counting on it.

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