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Title: Perfect Partners
Author: Mariana O'Connor
Character: Dean
Rating: PG
Time frame: post-series, no spoilers.
Pairing: none, gen
Disclaimer: If I've told you once, I've told you a hundred times - I do not own them... not even an atom of them.
Summary: Still hunting, Dean is on a endless quest.
Notes: Demon's dead - doesn't matter how or who really... it just is. My idea of what happens afterwards
He had thought that this one had been up to the challenge; he had thought the spark in his eyes was more than just a yearning to do something different, more than an idle wish to be somebody else. It had taken him two months to find out it was not. That was about average, he guessed, although he could not be bothered to work it out. He knew the shortest time one had lasted had been two hours, and the second had only been because the girl had fainted at the sight of blood and he had not been able to tell her he was leaving her behind until she woke up.
He refused to leave them in the middle of the night, although there had been that one scary guy who had gone so psychotic he had thought that was the only way he was going to get away from him. The guy had been a stalker, hanging off his every word - and he had really blown his chances with the ladies, glaring at them and making out he had ‘more important business’ to do. The guy was a freak!
What had his name been again?
There had been a few good ones along the way, but something always came up: family problems, friends, or they just did not want to put up with him any more. He knew one of them, Ray, had taken up on his own and was doing a nice little business in poltergeists in the Mississippi area. He looked in on him every now and then, without his knowledge, just to check he was doing okay. The kid was good, but not brilliant.
Lying on the single motel bed and looking across at the empty one he had got by accident he found his hand reaching for his phone and he indulged the fantasy for a moment, letting his fingers scroll his phone book until he came to the name. It did not take long: not many people made it in there, only those that lasted, and there were so few of them in his life. Nobody really managed to put up with the life for very long, or maybe it was him they had difficulty with; the two were practically interchangeable these days. He kept trying to find someone who could anyway, despite knowing it would never happen.
Out of the corner of his eye he thought he saw someone lying on the other bed, and he turned to it quickly, but there were only shadows and creases. He laughed out loud at his own foolishness and shook off the feeling that someone was watching him, the feeling he always got when he was alone in a quiet room. Instead he turned his attention to the phone in his hand and his thumb hovering over the call button.
He had only ever been able to work with one person and he had a feeling that was always going to be the way it was. His father had been able to put up with him, but he had worked for him not with him.
Just one person - and they had never wanted to work with him.
He diverted his thumb at the last moment to exit the phonebook, and flipped his phone shut. It was out of date by now and if he closed his eyes he could hear a voice telling him it was time he got a new one - but it was only his own. He sighed and rolled over onto his stomach, burying his head in the pillow. It looked like he was on his own again for now, until he could seek out the next of his short term companions. A girl this time, someone hot, not like that one with the lopsided eyes… what’s her face… who had done the stupid giggle-snort every time someone had asked if they were a couple.
The silence groaned about him, filling his head with thoughts he did not want to have and teasing him with emptiness and temptation.
He reached across and grabbed his phone and didn’t even bother with the phonebook this time, just typed the number in from memory and pressed call, lifting it up to his ear in time to hear the ringing cut out and switch to voicemail. Damn voicemail, he never knew what to say, but he could not hang up now. He waited until the tone.
“Umm… Hi Sammy, it’s me. Just calling to see how you are. I’ll call back later. See you around.” He pulled it away from his ear as if bitten and hung up, dropping the phone onto the small bedside table and rolling back over to stare at the ceiling, wondering what Sam was doing right now and who he was out with - not that it was any business of his.
He sighed and closed his eyes, drifting asleep to the noises of the empty room.
Author: Mariana O'Connor
Character: Dean
Rating: PG
Time frame: post-series, no spoilers.
Pairing: none, gen
Disclaimer: If I've told you once, I've told you a hundred times - I do not own them... not even an atom of them.
Summary: Still hunting, Dean is on a endless quest.
Notes: Demon's dead - doesn't matter how or who really... it just is. My idea of what happens afterwards
He had thought that this one had been up to the challenge; he had thought the spark in his eyes was more than just a yearning to do something different, more than an idle wish to be somebody else. It had taken him two months to find out it was not. That was about average, he guessed, although he could not be bothered to work it out. He knew the shortest time one had lasted had been two hours, and the second had only been because the girl had fainted at the sight of blood and he had not been able to tell her he was leaving her behind until she woke up.
He refused to leave them in the middle of the night, although there had been that one scary guy who had gone so psychotic he had thought that was the only way he was going to get away from him. The guy had been a stalker, hanging off his every word - and he had really blown his chances with the ladies, glaring at them and making out he had ‘more important business’ to do. The guy was a freak!
What had his name been again?
There had been a few good ones along the way, but something always came up: family problems, friends, or they just did not want to put up with him any more. He knew one of them, Ray, had taken up on his own and was doing a nice little business in poltergeists in the Mississippi area. He looked in on him every now and then, without his knowledge, just to check he was doing okay. The kid was good, but not brilliant.
Lying on the single motel bed and looking across at the empty one he had got by accident he found his hand reaching for his phone and he indulged the fantasy for a moment, letting his fingers scroll his phone book until he came to the name. It did not take long: not many people made it in there, only those that lasted, and there were so few of them in his life. Nobody really managed to put up with the life for very long, or maybe it was him they had difficulty with; the two were practically interchangeable these days. He kept trying to find someone who could anyway, despite knowing it would never happen.
Out of the corner of his eye he thought he saw someone lying on the other bed, and he turned to it quickly, but there were only shadows and creases. He laughed out loud at his own foolishness and shook off the feeling that someone was watching him, the feeling he always got when he was alone in a quiet room. Instead he turned his attention to the phone in his hand and his thumb hovering over the call button.
He had only ever been able to work with one person and he had a feeling that was always going to be the way it was. His father had been able to put up with him, but he had worked for him not with him.
Just one person - and they had never wanted to work with him.
He diverted his thumb at the last moment to exit the phonebook, and flipped his phone shut. It was out of date by now and if he closed his eyes he could hear a voice telling him it was time he got a new one - but it was only his own. He sighed and rolled over onto his stomach, burying his head in the pillow. It looked like he was on his own again for now, until he could seek out the next of his short term companions. A girl this time, someone hot, not like that one with the lopsided eyes… what’s her face… who had done the stupid giggle-snort every time someone had asked if they were a couple.
The silence groaned about him, filling his head with thoughts he did not want to have and teasing him with emptiness and temptation.
He reached across and grabbed his phone and didn’t even bother with the phonebook this time, just typed the number in from memory and pressed call, lifting it up to his ear in time to hear the ringing cut out and switch to voicemail. Damn voicemail, he never knew what to say, but he could not hang up now. He waited until the tone.
“Umm… Hi Sammy, it’s me. Just calling to see how you are. I’ll call back later. See you around.” He pulled it away from his ear as if bitten and hung up, dropping the phone onto the small bedside table and rolling back over to stare at the ceiling, wondering what Sam was doing right now and who he was out with - not that it was any business of his.
He sighed and closed his eyes, drifting asleep to the noises of the empty room.