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characters. dean winchester and brooke davis
verse. currently untitled verse
summary. halloween party at tric brings the town drifter and the town "princess" together...maybe.
timeline. season three of supernatural, before season five of one tree hill
Tree Hill was the most upside little town he'd ever been in; in his entire life. But he was there nonetheless. It'd honestly just taken him a short time to find his niche in his town as more of handyman. Dean knew he could have always joked about being useful with his hands but he honestly never thought it would get to this point in his life. Even if he lived in something of a shitty apartment, he at least lived somewhere. It was the most regular place of living he'd ever found himself in. It was the longest he'd ever stayed somewhere and he hadn't even gone out to have meaningless sex (which was a lie) or get overly wasted to the point where he forgot his own name (also a lie). Even when he was on his last legs, Dean tried. He tried with every single thing that he could deal with and then when he couldn't deal with it by working it out through the multitude of tasks he would get hired on to assist with -- Dean would just head back to his place and try to drink it away. He knew if Sam was where he was expected to be (which was Bobby's or stuck in some cryptic looking library), trying to find a way to save him and while Dean didn't seem to try at all. He didn't want to think about what was going to happen to him. Even if every second that passed was just a step closer to being killed.
But he wasn't going to hang up on the thought pattern that made him drink all the more. Even if he'd been in town for a couple weeks, he was anti-social. People called him, had his cell phone number, and he was pretty sure most of them knew where he lived. But it didn't seem to mean a thing when it came to socializing. Sure he'd go out. He'd go out, get drunk and possibly sleep with some random stranger before the both of them broke it apart. Which usually meant Dean kicking them out of the apartment before they started to think he was actually going to call them back. Though it usually meant that he had someone else to avoid when it came to driving around town, doing favors for other people rather than paying attention to the girls he'd spent a night with. He really didn't have to worry about seeing them in more of the public, nice places. He was sure that when he did go out he was scrapping the bottom of the barrel when it came to the small town. There was always a chance to live a little when it came to his shortened lifespan. There was not so many people in the world who could say they knew exactly when they were going to die. Most would say that gave them some sort of peace of mind. But it didn't help him one bit.
It just meant he felt like he was dying even before than. Dean didn't like the feeling of having what he wanted when it came to something normal when he was getting ready to say good-bye to everything. In Tree Hill, it was pretty much what he always thought normal was when he didn't try to looking too much at the skeltons in their closets. He honestly, didn't want to know. He didn't really care.
Dean had been invited to Tric's Halloween party by someone he was working for at the time. Even if it wasn't much of where he would normally hang around. The hunter had all but hung in the towel about being anxious about not trying anything different. This was just one of those things he wanted to try. Socializing. Even if he was more like sitting at the bar, people watching while everyone seemed to greet each other. Dean didn't know how it was that a town knew most of each other. That when it came to meeting in Tric meant that there was an entire generation of people knew each other. Dean just seemed to settle back when it came to all of that as he downed his second shot for the night, eyes following several of the women who had come; smirking a little around the rim of his shot glass before setting it down on the counter and pushing himself to his feet.
verse. currently untitled verse
summary. halloween party at tric brings the town drifter and the town "princess" together...maybe.
timeline. season three of supernatural, before season five of one tree hill
Tree Hill was the most upside little town he'd ever been in; in his entire life. But he was there nonetheless. It'd honestly just taken him a short time to find his niche in his town as more of handyman. Dean knew he could have always joked about being useful with his hands but he honestly never thought it would get to this point in his life. Even if he lived in something of a shitty apartment, he at least lived somewhere. It was the most regular place of living he'd ever found himself in. It was the longest he'd ever stayed somewhere and he hadn't even gone out to have meaningless sex (which was a lie) or get overly wasted to the point where he forgot his own name (also a lie). Even when he was on his last legs, Dean tried. He tried with every single thing that he could deal with and then when he couldn't deal with it by working it out through the multitude of tasks he would get hired on to assist with -- Dean would just head back to his place and try to drink it away. He knew if Sam was where he was expected to be (which was Bobby's or stuck in some cryptic looking library), trying to find a way to save him and while Dean didn't seem to try at all. He didn't want to think about what was going to happen to him. Even if every second that passed was just a step closer to being killed.
But he wasn't going to hang up on the thought pattern that made him drink all the more. Even if he'd been in town for a couple weeks, he was anti-social. People called him, had his cell phone number, and he was pretty sure most of them knew where he lived. But it didn't seem to mean a thing when it came to socializing. Sure he'd go out. He'd go out, get drunk and possibly sleep with some random stranger before the both of them broke it apart. Which usually meant Dean kicking them out of the apartment before they started to think he was actually going to call them back. Though it usually meant that he had someone else to avoid when it came to driving around town, doing favors for other people rather than paying attention to the girls he'd spent a night with. He really didn't have to worry about seeing them in more of the public, nice places. He was sure that when he did go out he was scrapping the bottom of the barrel when it came to the small town. There was always a chance to live a little when it came to his shortened lifespan. There was not so many people in the world who could say they knew exactly when they were going to die. Most would say that gave them some sort of peace of mind. But it didn't help him one bit.
It just meant he felt like he was dying even before than. Dean didn't like the feeling of having what he wanted when it came to something normal when he was getting ready to say good-bye to everything. In Tree Hill, it was pretty much what he always thought normal was when he didn't try to looking too much at the skeltons in their closets. He honestly, didn't want to know. He didn't really care.
Dean had been invited to Tric's Halloween party by someone he was working for at the time. Even if it wasn't much of where he would normally hang around. The hunter had all but hung in the towel about being anxious about not trying anything different. This was just one of those things he wanted to try. Socializing. Even if he was more like sitting at the bar, people watching while everyone seemed to greet each other. Dean didn't know how it was that a town knew most of each other. That when it came to meeting in Tric meant that there was an entire generation of people knew each other. Dean just seemed to settle back when it came to all of that as he downed his second shot for the night, eyes following several of the women who had come; smirking a little around the rim of his shot glass before setting it down on the counter and pushing himself to his feet.