It's my party and I'll cry if I want to... [for welcometo_life]
It had been a few weeks since Dean had rescued Elle from that beach, but she was still with them. She hadn't exactly told him where he could take her, or where home might be. She was thinking about it.
He wasn't going to turn her out, though, so he let her ride along with him and Sam. At first he had thought this might be a problem, but that changed as soon as he saw what she could do. Even so, he still didn't tell her too much about their work, and when he could he kept her away from it. He could only try to protect a girl who could electrocute him so far, though.
He was actually glad Elle was around. Things were getting a bit thinly stretched between him and Sam, and she created a good buffer. She and Sam got along well enough, and Dean had her for company when Sam would disappear. They both pretended not to notice of course, Dean because he didn't want to confront it yet, and Elle because it wasn't really her business.
Dean liked the girl. There were some moments he worried he liked her too much, but he was good at shoving that away. There were important things going on, and he knew he couldn't get caught up in anything with anyone. Even though he was starting to think she wasn't just anyone. She was brittle, snarky, and tried to hold her head up high, but he felt that she got it. She got what it felt like to be vulnerable and scared shitless, and just like him she preferred to feel something else.
He had never been one to believe in destiny or that anything was "meant to be", but he did have to wonder if there was a reason that he and Elle had met, both on one side of death. She'd been close to dying, and he'd just gotten his life back. If he was supposed to read something from that, he had no idea what.
He woke up the morning of his birthday though, and shrugged the day off. Birthdays weren't a big deal for him, and he kinda wanted to ignore it. He wasn't sure he'd be able to with Sam, and he really had no idea if Sam had told Elle it was Dean's birthday. He hoped not.
He got out of the bed he'd been sharing with his brother and glanced at Elle asleep in the next bed. With a sigh he got up and headed to the bathroom for a shower.
Once out, he wrapped a towel around himself and looked around. He forgot clothes. But that was okay, the others should still have been asleep. He slid out of the bathroom and into the motel room, going for his clothes.
He wasn't going to turn her out, though, so he let her ride along with him and Sam. At first he had thought this might be a problem, but that changed as soon as he saw what she could do. Even so, he still didn't tell her too much about their work, and when he could he kept her away from it. He could only try to protect a girl who could electrocute him so far, though.
He was actually glad Elle was around. Things were getting a bit thinly stretched between him and Sam, and she created a good buffer. She and Sam got along well enough, and Dean had her for company when Sam would disappear. They both pretended not to notice of course, Dean because he didn't want to confront it yet, and Elle because it wasn't really her business.
Dean liked the girl. There were some moments he worried he liked her too much, but he was good at shoving that away. There were important things going on, and he knew he couldn't get caught up in anything with anyone. Even though he was starting to think she wasn't just anyone. She was brittle, snarky, and tried to hold her head up high, but he felt that she got it. She got what it felt like to be vulnerable and scared shitless, and just like him she preferred to feel something else.
He had never been one to believe in destiny or that anything was "meant to be", but he did have to wonder if there was a reason that he and Elle had met, both on one side of death. She'd been close to dying, and he'd just gotten his life back. If he was supposed to read something from that, he had no idea what.
He woke up the morning of his birthday though, and shrugged the day off. Birthdays weren't a big deal for him, and he kinda wanted to ignore it. He wasn't sure he'd be able to with Sam, and he really had no idea if Sam had told Elle it was Dean's birthday. He hoped not.
He got out of the bed he'd been sharing with his brother and glanced at Elle asleep in the next bed. With a sigh he got up and headed to the bathroom for a shower.
Once out, he wrapped a towel around himself and looked around. He forgot clothes. But that was okay, the others should still have been asleep. He slid out of the bathroom and into the motel room, going for his clothes.