OOS: Still on the road

Aug 17, 2008 00:54

Traveling with Dean Winchester is possibly one of the worst decisions Rachel has ever made ever. So far, he's been snarky and irritable and annoying and pushy and he's always looking at her and making her really want to punch him, or morph and teach him a real lesson ( Read more... )

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hector_aframian August 17 2008, 08:07:04 UTC
He's quiet because he's reading.

Apparently he's reading porn mags. At least, that's what's sitting very obviously in front of him on the ground, propped up so she can see the covers.

The little brown notebook in his hand ... maybe it's a different sort of porn mag, or something, right?

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amazonofthe21st August 17 2008, 08:10:20 UTC
She's trying really hard not to think about that.

And also, for the record, she is not blushing and has totally seen those-- things before.

(in Tom's bedroom, about a year ago, she and Jake had been looking for a basketball so the family could play and found a stash under his bed and never spoken of it ever again)

Rachel is cleaning her gun extremely carefully, oh yes.

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hector_aframian August 17 2008, 08:16:16 UTC
Dean isn't smirking, at ALL.

Nope.

... and doesn't think her blushing is hilarious either.

Snort.

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amazonofthe21st August 17 2008, 08:18:12 UTC
ohmygodhe'smakingnoises damn it, aren't boys supposed to hide when they do these things?!

Rachel clears her throat softly, ignores the furious heating of her face, and continues the gun-clinging with eyes down. It will soon be the shiniest gun in all the land with all the care she's putting into the task.

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hector_aframian August 17 2008, 08:19:58 UTC
Dean turns a page, but he isn't even looking at his dad's handwriting, not any more.

He knows the journal off by heart anyway.

"...you're polishin' that gun barrel very carefully," he observes, smirking.

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amazonofthe21st August 17 2008, 08:24:43 UTC
Rachel scowls at the gun and has to wait a few moments before responding - so she doesn't choke on her words.

"And unlike some people, I'm doing it quietly and without drawing attention to myself," she growls quietly, ducking her head to inspect the gun.

(and to hide behind her hair a bit)

"Why don't you follow suit and go look at those in private?"

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hector_aframian August 17 2008, 08:28:31 UTC
"Why?" Dean asks, sweet and innocent. "You uncomfortable? Want one?"

He tosses one over. Unfortunately for Dean and his lack of forethought, it was the one concealing the journal that he's actually reading.

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amazonofthe21st August 17 2008, 08:30:28 UTC
"God, shut u-"

...hey, that's not a skin mag.

With her gaze already down on the gun, the magazine, and now the journal, fall right in her line of sight. She frowns, briefly scanning the handwritten lines, the strange drawings.

Looks up at Dean with lifted brows, confused.

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hector_aframian August 17 2008, 08:34:18 UTC


...crap, busted.

Dean gets up and comes over, picks up the journal and heads back to his seat with a perfectly innocent expression.

"What?"

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amazonofthe21st August 17 2008, 08:37:20 UTC
Rachel stares at him.

"You are such a creep," she points out, lip curled in disgust, shaking her head as she goes back to her cleaning - minus a few shades of blush.

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hector_aframian August 17 2008, 08:39:30 UTC
Dean smirks. If it bugs her, it's a success.

(And tosses the skin mags into the fire, since they're not serving any purpose any more.)

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amazonofthe21st August 17 2008, 08:41:37 UTC
Her eyes flicker up to that again and she frowns, shaking her head. "What was the point of that? It's an unmarked book, I wouldn't have known what it was if I saw the cover."

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hector_aframian August 17 2008, 08:45:17 UTC
Dean shrugs, leaning back against the wheel of the Impala and stretching his legs out in front of him, feet near the fire.

"It bugged you."

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amazonofthe21st August 17 2008, 08:47:40 UTC
Rachel stares at him.

Her fingers flex on the gun for a moment, but all she does is slip it into the holster at her side before picking it up and pushing off the log, grumbling as she circles around the car.

God damn boys.

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