OH YES I DO. /gives you a novel.stopkissingmeAugust 12 2011, 18:34:08 UTC
[It'd been months since Dean Winchester left her in this lousy town, left her heart broken and bitter. Sure, she'd had her heart stomped a few times before, Caroline was the type of girl who loved too easily some might say. But something had been different about him.
She dealt with it the same way as always, pretending nothing happened even though a certain spark had left her eyes after he left her. But Joe knew, Joe figured out, somehow (probably one of the other girls at the club blabbing their mouths while in bed with him). And he hadn't been happy about her betrayal. He could have as many women as he wanted but they sure as hell weren't allowed to step out on him, especially not Caroline, the prized gem of his girls at the club. She was Joe's and his alone, in his eyes. It wasn't like he hadn't hit her before, but now it fairly regularly. She did good with makeup most of the time, he usually kept it away from her face because of the show, she had appearances to keep up and as Joe said, no one wanted 'a used up dame' to entertain them.
So she nurses her drink, trying her hardest not to think about the fact that if she goes back to her crummy apartment, he might be there waiting to give her another bruise to match the one on her arm that was shaped like fingers, or the one on her chest that looked like a fist, the edges of exposed under the low cut suit she wore. She looks fine to those who don't know her well (most people don't), but to those who do? She looks tired, beat although somehow still beautiful and full of live even if she hardly feels it. So when she hears the voice she dreams about, she chalks it up to the whiskey she's drinking. Turning around, she's ready to tell the guy to scram when she sees--] Dean.
[ The moment Caroline turns around and her face registers, Dean feels his stomach drop to the floor. His heart feels like it stops beating, too, like it's seized up in his chest, but he tries not to let it show. At least, not in anything other than the way his easy-going (but fake) smirk slides off his face and his jaw clenches for a moment.
This is the exact thing he feared about coming back here, the one thing he had been trying so hard to avoid. How is he going to explain being back? Especially after he told her, in so many words, that he couldn't come back? (Okay, sure, he meant that more in a "I can't come back for you" rather than a "I can't come back even if there's a job" but he knows Caroline. She'll take it personally.)
His fingers tighten around the badge in his pocket but otherwise, he tries to stay relaxed, to not give anything away. Anything more than he may have already given away, that is. ] Caroline. It's, uh--
[ His free hand moves to scratch the back of his neck. ] I wasn't expectin' to see you here.
[Bitterness. That's the prominent emotion that courses through her. She blinks rapidly as she takes in the man before her. It's been so long and yet she feels something familiar stir inside of her, only making her feel more bitter in the end. And she can't help but feel hurt too. He left, leaving her with the impression he wouldn't be back, he couldn't come back. And yes, she is definitely taking it personally that he's standing right in front of her now.
She straightens some, trying to recover from the shock she feels, how it feels like she's been slapped in the face and socked in the stomach. She clears her face of any emotion, other than annoyance, as she finishes her glass and turns back to the bartender to order another.] By the look on your face, that's pretty obvious. And here I thought you weren't stepping foot back in this town.
/hopes this makes you feel a bit less stressed <3theresjustchaosAugust 25 2011, 22:30:07 UTC
I wasn't planning on it.
[ He drops his hand back to his side and tries to ignore the sudden tightening of his gut. He feels almost sick, standing here in front of her, but it's not like he can just turn around and walk away. Especially since he knows she'd probably follow him and demand answers. All he hopes is that she doesn't cry or that she doesn't hate him completely, though both are highly likely and he knows it. ]
I-- Me 'nd Sam had to come back for a case. [ The I didn't exactly want to come is implied, though it's a lie. He did want to come back. Every day that he was away, he thought about Caroline. He thought about how easy it would be to get back in that car and drive back out here, to beg her to forgive him and - assuming she did - take her some place safe. But he's never been the kind of guy to do that, so he pushed the thoughts away and focused on the job at hand. ]
<3 it makes mah nightstopkissingmeAugust 26 2011, 01:30:03 UTC
[Everything about him hurts her all over again. The way he looks, what he says... He 'had' to come back, he 'wasn't planning on' coming back. Her jaw sets at that, trying, defiantly, not to let her emotions come through those blue eyes of hers.
She gulps down the rest of her drink, slamming the glass down on the counter before she starts to dig around her purse for money.] Right, of course, a case. It's always that, isn't it?
What do you want me to say, Caroline? My life's not exactly-- [ He pauses when he sees the bruise on her arm, an angry heat flooding through him. He's seen enough bruises (hell, he's had enough bruises) to know what the pattern means and he can't stop himself from grinding his teeth. He takes a step closer to her, not even bothering to worry about her personal space as he drops his voice so only she can hear. ]
Did he do this to you? [ He glances down towards her arm so she knows what he's talking about and, of course, at this angle he can see the bruise on her chest. It sends another wave of anger through him and he has to focus on breathing. ]
[Caroline was ready to snap something back at him, to tell him to just leave her alone like he had before. But then he steps closer, his face changing, darkening, the expression is enough to send a tremor through her. And it doesn't take a fool to know what he's so angry about, even before he says something.]
Of course he did. [She says with a bitter tone, moving to grab her jacket to pull on, she needs to hide the rest.] He doesn't like to share his things. [And ever since he'd figured out about Dean (she still isn't sure how) things had gotten nasty.]
Are you goin' back to him? [ Tonight, he means, which should be pretty clear as he eyes her coat. He doesn't step back even though he's fairly sure she wants the space because he's not going to let her go if that's where she's headed. ]
<333 forever and everstopkissingmeAugust 26 2011, 16:21:02 UTC
[Sometimes Caroline wonders if Dean got a kick out of wounding her pride. She knows it's stupid, she knows she's asking for trouble but she also knows that if she tries to leave Joe, he and his goons will hunt him down like some plot to a book she can't just close. And they will do something a lot worse than smack her around.] Yes. [She says it through gritted teeth, wondering when he's just going to get out of her way and out of her life again.] It's easy for you, Dean, you can come and go whenever you please, leave whoever you want behind. I don't have that choice. [Her life is at stake, she thinks, as she moves to pull her coat on, stiffly, it's clear she's more sore than she's letting on by the way she moves.]
Yeah, you do. [ He'll make damn sure of that. It doesn't matter if Joe tries to hunt them down; Dean knows how to cover trails, how to make it seem like people just disappeared without a trace. He's been doing it since he was a kid. Normally, of course, it's for demons possessing humans who he's had to kill because of the job but he'll figure this out without Caroline getting hurt. ] You can hate me all you want, Caroline, but I'm not lettin' you go back there.
And then what, Dean? [She can feel tears welling up because this is what she wanted him to do months ago, this is what her heart screamed for. But now, her heart feels hardened, and she can't let herself dare to hope that he means anything he says. He made no promises before and she's sure that won't change now.] Where am I going to go? He's going to kill me if I run. He'll hunt me down. [Of course, she's not sure he won't kill her if she stays.] It's not your problem anymore, you'll leave town in a few days and forget all about me again. So let me go.
She dealt with it the same way as always, pretending nothing happened even though a certain spark had left her eyes after he left her. But Joe knew, Joe figured out, somehow (probably one of the other girls at the club blabbing their mouths while in bed with him). And he hadn't been happy about her betrayal. He could have as many women as he wanted but they sure as hell weren't allowed to step out on him, especially not Caroline, the prized gem of his girls at the club. She was Joe's and his alone, in his eyes. It wasn't like he hadn't hit her before, but now it fairly regularly. She did good with makeup most of the time, he usually kept it away from her face because of the show, she had appearances to keep up and as Joe said, no one wanted 'a used up dame' to entertain them.
So she nurses her drink, trying her hardest not to think about the fact that if she goes back to her crummy apartment, he might be there waiting to give her another bruise to match the one on her arm that was shaped like fingers, or the one on her chest that looked like a fist, the edges of exposed under the low cut suit she wore. She looks fine to those who don't know her well (most people don't), but to those who do? She looks tired, beat although somehow still beautiful and full of live even if she hardly feels it. So when she hears the voice she dreams about, she chalks it up to the whiskey she's drinking. Turning around, she's ready to tell the guy to scram when she sees--] Dean.
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This is the exact thing he feared about coming back here, the one thing he had been trying so hard to avoid. How is he going to explain being back? Especially after he told her, in so many words, that he couldn't come back? (Okay, sure, he meant that more in a "I can't come back for you" rather than a "I can't come back even if there's a job" but he knows Caroline. She'll take it personally.)
His fingers tighten around the badge in his pocket but otherwise, he tries to stay relaxed, to not give anything away. Anything more than he may have already given away, that is. ] Caroline. It's, uh--
[ His free hand moves to scratch the back of his neck. ] I wasn't expectin' to see you here.
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She straightens some, trying to recover from the shock she feels, how it feels like she's been slapped in the face and socked in the stomach. She clears her face of any emotion, other than annoyance, as she finishes her glass and turns back to the bartender to order another.] By the look on your face, that's pretty obvious. And here I thought you weren't stepping foot back in this town.
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[ He drops his hand back to his side and tries to ignore the sudden tightening of his gut. He feels almost sick, standing here in front of her, but it's not like he can just turn around and walk away. Especially since he knows she'd probably follow him and demand answers. All he hopes is that she doesn't cry or that she doesn't hate him completely, though both are highly likely and he knows it. ]
I-- Me 'nd Sam had to come back for a case. [ The I didn't exactly want to come is implied, though it's a lie. He did want to come back. Every day that he was away, he thought about Caroline. He thought about how easy it would be to get back in that car and drive back out here, to beg her to forgive him and - assuming she did - take her some place safe. But he's never been the kind of guy to do that, so he pushed the thoughts away and focused on the job at hand. ]
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She gulps down the rest of her drink, slamming the glass down on the counter before she starts to dig around her purse for money.] Right, of course, a case. It's always that, isn't it?
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Did he do this to you? [ He glances down towards her arm so she knows what he's talking about and, of course, at this angle he can see the bruise on her chest. It sends another wave of anger through him and he has to focus on breathing. ]
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Of course he did. [She says with a bitter tone, moving to grab her jacket to pull on, she needs to hide the rest.] He doesn't like to share his things. [And ever since he'd figured out about Dean (she still isn't sure how) things had gotten nasty.]
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