More Dean!fic!
Before you read this, make sure you read:
A is for Amuck
B is for Bric-A-Brac
C is for Crow
D is for Diatribe
E is for Esoteric
Title: There's the One I Love the Most
Author: Lizi (start_screaming)
Disclaimer: I own Rhys and Chloe. It'd be cool if I owned Sam and Dean though. But alas, I don't.
Fandom: Supernatural
Words: 668
Medium: TV Show
Genre: Relationship
Pairing: Dean/OFC
Characters: Dean, Chloe
Theme: F is for Flavor. (flavor: a particular quality noticeable in a thing)
Rating: PG13 for language
Warnings: None, at least I don't think.
Author's Notes: Part 6/26.
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Dean & Chloe
It was four a.m., and it had been a long night, since I hadn't been able to find Chloe after she'd walked out into the rain. It was almost like she'd disappeared. But I couldn't sleep. Sam and Rhys had taken the beds, since Chloe wasn't home and no matter what I'd tried, I couldn't sleep…so I was sitting out on the porch in the rain, waiting for Chloe to come back. All kinds of scenarios raced through my head. Demons knew who we were. What if she'd been caught? What if she'd been kidnapped by some guy? What if she was so pissed off at me for…I didn't even know…that she'd just decided to leave and go do her own thing?
I saw headlights starting to pull into the parking lot of the motel and sighed. Chloe didn't leave in a car, so that couldn't be her. I peered back into the window to see Sam and Rhys, sleeping peacefully. How could they sleep, knowing that the fourth of us was…somewhere? "Come on, Chloe…come back…" I said as I watched the car park across the parking lot. I looked into the window and…saw--wait. That was Chloe? And a guy. And she was…kissing him good night? What the hell? Just because I'd done--well, I'd done something…fucked if I knew what it was--wrong, she'd gone out and hooked up with some guy? That look was definitely a 'we just fucked' look.
Why did I care? We were just fuck buddies, right? Friends who had sex when they were lonely or horny. That was Chloe Gillespe and I. So, why did my gut feel like I could just…blow chunks all over the floor? And why did I want to punch this guy's face in? I didn't even fucking know who he was! And I didn't…like Chloe! I tried to act nonchalant as she made her way up to the hotel and the guy in the car drove away. I saw her look toward me and I just stood up, turned around and walked inside.
"What?" she asked, as though she were REALLY clueless as to what she'd done wrong. "What?!" she called to me as I took my place in the sleeping bag on the floor. "Dean, get out here. We need to talk about whatever crawled up your ass."
I rolled over and covered myself with the blanket. I didn't even want to know who the guy was that she'd fucked. "Tomorrow. We'll talk about what crawled up YOUR ass tomorrow…" I mumbled. Apparently, she'd forgotten that she'd started this whole fucking thing. I'd just avoid the topic tomorrow. We'd be on the road to Georgia by then, anyway.
"Fine," she let down her hair and sat down to take off her shoes.
I rolled over and pretended not to be looking at her, though I was. I watched her run a hand through her hair to straighten it, and I noticed, in that moment, how…pretty…Chloe truly was. She looked like a model in her bar outfit. Most of the time, I got to say that I showed up with her…I chuckled inwardly. I was usually the guy that all the other guys were jealous of, and Chloe wasn't even my girlfriend. Wait, why did it make me feel empty to say that? Why did I feel like my heart had suddenly disappeared and…I felt really lonely. I opened my eyes and looked at her as she crawled into the sleeping bag, in her favorite pair of pajamas…a pair of pants with kittens on them and a shirt with a matching kitten in the middle. I had to stare at her for a minute. I couldn't help it.
"What?" she asked, her eyebrow raised.
I bit my lower lip nervously and shook my head, brushing my hand over my hair. "Oh…um…nothing. Night, Chloe…" I swallowed the lump in my throat.
She looked confused. "Night, Dean…" she shrugged and covered herself over.
What in the hell was happening to me?
A is for Amuck
B is for Bric-A-Brac
C is for Crow
D is for Diatribe
E is for Esoteric
Title: There's the One I Love the Most
Author: Lizi (start_screaming)
Disclaimer: I own Rhys and Chloe. It'd be cool if I owned Sam and Dean though. But alas, I don't.
Fandom: Supernatural
Words: 668
Medium: TV Show
Genre: Relationship
Pairing: Dean/OFC
Characters: Dean, Chloe
Theme: F is for Flavor. (flavor: a particular quality noticeable in a thing)
Rating: PG13 for language
Warnings: None, at least I don't think.
Author's Notes: Part 6/26.
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Dean & Chloe
It was four a.m., and it had been a long night, since I hadn't been able to find Chloe after she'd walked out into the rain. It was almost like she'd disappeared. But I couldn't sleep. Sam and Rhys had taken the beds, since Chloe wasn't home and no matter what I'd tried, I couldn't sleep…so I was sitting out on the porch in the rain, waiting for Chloe to come back. All kinds of scenarios raced through my head. Demons knew who we were. What if she'd been caught? What if she'd been kidnapped by some guy? What if she was so pissed off at me for…I didn't even know…that she'd just decided to leave and go do her own thing?
I saw headlights starting to pull into the parking lot of the motel and sighed. Chloe didn't leave in a car, so that couldn't be her. I peered back into the window to see Sam and Rhys, sleeping peacefully. How could they sleep, knowing that the fourth of us was…somewhere? "Come on, Chloe…come back…" I said as I watched the car park across the parking lot. I looked into the window and…saw--wait. That was Chloe? And a guy. And she was…kissing him good night? What the hell? Just because I'd done--well, I'd done something…fucked if I knew what it was--wrong, she'd gone out and hooked up with some guy? That look was definitely a 'we just fucked' look.
Why did I care? We were just fuck buddies, right? Friends who had sex when they were lonely or horny. That was Chloe Gillespe and I. So, why did my gut feel like I could just…blow chunks all over the floor? And why did I want to punch this guy's face in? I didn't even fucking know who he was! And I didn't…like Chloe! I tried to act nonchalant as she made her way up to the hotel and the guy in the car drove away. I saw her look toward me and I just stood up, turned around and walked inside.
"What?" she asked, as though she were REALLY clueless as to what she'd done wrong. "What?!" she called to me as I took my place in the sleeping bag on the floor. "Dean, get out here. We need to talk about whatever crawled up your ass."
I rolled over and covered myself with the blanket. I didn't even want to know who the guy was that she'd fucked. "Tomorrow. We'll talk about what crawled up YOUR ass tomorrow…" I mumbled. Apparently, she'd forgotten that she'd started this whole fucking thing. I'd just avoid the topic tomorrow. We'd be on the road to Georgia by then, anyway.
"Fine," she let down her hair and sat down to take off her shoes.
I rolled over and pretended not to be looking at her, though I was. I watched her run a hand through her hair to straighten it, and I noticed, in that moment, how…pretty…Chloe truly was. She looked like a model in her bar outfit. Most of the time, I got to say that I showed up with her…I chuckled inwardly. I was usually the guy that all the other guys were jealous of, and Chloe wasn't even my girlfriend. Wait, why did it make me feel empty to say that? Why did I feel like my heart had suddenly disappeared and…I felt really lonely. I opened my eyes and looked at her as she crawled into the sleeping bag, in her favorite pair of pajamas…a pair of pants with kittens on them and a shirt with a matching kitten in the middle. I had to stare at her for a minute. I couldn't help it.
"What?" she asked, her eyebrow raised.
I bit my lower lip nervously and shook my head, brushing my hand over my hair. "Oh…um…nothing. Night, Chloe…" I swallowed the lump in my throat.
She looked confused. "Night, Dean…" she shrugged and covered herself over.
What in the hell was happening to me?