Wisconsin Sweetheart

Chapter 3

"Hello." Donna said quietly.

"Hello." Dean chuckled. He leaned forward and pulled her face closer, kissing her on the lips.

"You want to go out now? I can drive if you want." Dean offered.

"Sure- just let me go brush my hair." Donna said quickly.

She smiled and waved shyly as she picked up her clothes, then held them over her as she ran to the bathroom. Dean just grinned and watched her.

As soon as the bathroom door shut, Dean stood up and started getting dressed. He pulled back on all his clothes, but he looked around dumbly as he realized.

He had no idea where his socks went.

Dean could hear Donna getting dressed, and he started to rush. He got down on his hands and knees and started to look around. Still, he saw nothing. How could socks just dissappear?

"What are you doing?" Donna asked.

Dean sat up too quickly and hit his head on the bed frame. He grunted and lifted himself up, stumbling to get to his feet.

"You're not wearing clothes." Dean said.

"You're under my bed." Donna shot back.

"I lost my socks." Dean said quickly.

Dean stared at Donna for a full ten seconds vefore she burst out laughing.

"How did you lose your socks?" Donna laughed.

"I don't know!" Dean said. He threw his hands up and looked around again, still seeing nothing.

"This is ridiculous." Dean chuckled. He finally joined in, and sat down on the bed as he laughed.

"Forget the socks, we'll go barefoot." Donna said, smiling at him.

"You serious?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, why not?" She grinned.

"You're great Donna." He said quietly.

He watched as she opened her closet, blushing at his statement. She searched for a minute, before just settling on jeans and a plain shirt, then pulling a sweater over that.

"Ready?" She asked.

"If you're sure." Dean chuckled.

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Dean almost giggles as they walked through the grocery store. He had never even thought of doing something as harmless and silly as not wearing shoes in a store. Donna bounded along beside him, holding his arm.

As they loaded their cart, Dean let her drag him along. He got what he needed for the recipe, and she loaded in her favorite ice cream flavors; cookie dough, cookies in cream, and birthday cake.

When they rang up, Dean dropped his keys. Donna swiftly picked them up with her toes, and he stood there baffled.

"How the hell-" he started.

"Practice." She said simply.

Dean just watched her as they walked out. He followed her and opened her door for her. After putting stuff away, and starting the car, he stared at her again, and she just frowned.

"What? I got somethin' on my face?" Donna asked.

"No, you're just- I'm surprised I got you to agree. You're here." Dean said.

"Why would I turn down a guy like you? Looks, brains, and wit, you got everything."

"I don't know about that." Dean said awkwardly.