( Christmas is past them now and, as McCoy predicted, Dean's gift of mistletoe everywhere is still in the process of being removed. He hadn't even intended on taking part in this unforeseen ritual. As the other decorations started to come down, the little sprigs of green began to droop, curling up brown along their edges, and after getting a faceful of the falling stuff when he'd intended to go for an evening walk, he's had enough.
So if he looks a little silly in sweats and a tee, holding a handful of greenery while reaching for another sprig above his head--standing on a chair, no less--here in the common area, well, shit happens. )
Come on, ( He complains to himself, ) How the Hell did he get you all the way up here?
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So if he looks a little silly in sweats and a tee, holding a handful of greenery while reaching for another sprig above his head--standing on a chair, no less--here in the common area, well, shit happens. )
Come on, ( He complains to himself, ) How the Hell did he get you all the way up here?