when things collide
[after this happens]
Elle: [hey, she's there in 8 minutes, heading up the stairs to their room] So your plan is to go to New York... and do what?
Dean: [doesn't look up from where he's throwing things together into his bag] Dunno. Though, I was thinkin' I'd start by unloadin' a couple've clips into his face.
Elle: [sighs, taking a seat next to the bag he's throwing things into, putting her hand over the top of it, trying to stop him] Lovely thought, honest I've had some dreams like that -- but you know I won't go with, so that means I'll be here and you'll be there and if something happens? If your idea of unloading a gun ends up with him using TK to fire them all back at you?
Dean: [makes a face at her, but stops trying to pack. looks as though he's thinking about pulling his hands away, though] Chuck says there's a fight. I figure I could sneak up on the prick while he's getting his ass handed to him.
Elle: Chuck's idea of a fight could be anything. It could be an argument at the grocery store. Plus, he's talking about a blue-haired girl. We don't know what he's seeing and we don't know what'll happen if we try to change it.
Dean: So, what? You want me to just shove my thumb up my ass, sit and swivel?
Elle: [a look] No, but I don't want you to leave me either. I mean, who's gone? Because it's pretty clear that they've known about this for a bit. Chuck's practically getting an ulcer. I know Faith and Christopher are gone, but I haven't seen Amy or Ruby in a few days either. Or that vampire.
Dean: [frowns at her] The blonde guy, right? Not the forehead dude.
Elle: [moves to sit on the bed a bit more] Yeah. I think so. That's five of them, plus Mystery Blue-Hair.
Dean: [sighs, deflating a bit, miserably. is so completely and totally pussy whipped that he won't go since she said she wanted him here, and he knows it, unfortunately] Yeah, but they don't have a stake in this. They're just ... I don't know. Wrong place, wrong time, maybe.
Elle: [stands up and moves over toward him, resting her hand to his chest lightly] Amy does. When I lost you, I stayed with her. She knows the story same as you. I'd just rather you stay here with me, because by the time you drive out there - he could be out here.
Dean: [leans into her hands ever so slightly] I just ... [wants to get this guy. wants a fight. wants a lot of things]
Elle: [nods, glancing up at him, letting her fingers curve a bit into his shirt] I want him to suffer... [she means it, but she shakes it off] ...but I know what he could do before... I don't even know what he's claimed from other people with abilities since then.
Dean: [is still frowning, though now the expression is thoughtful] If they catch him, I wanna drive out there. That way, you'll know where he is, so you don't have to worry about him randomly showin' up here, and I can get my jollies makin' Swiss cheese outta him. [a beat] Sound good?
Elle: [an amused sound] That's fine.
Dean: Okay.
Elle: [lets her fingers grip his shirt a bit more, tugging him down to her, smirking up at him] You're still my hero for even packing to head out there.
Dean: [lets her pull him down and tilts his head to one side, clucking his tongue] Well, you know me -- just your regular knight in polished chrome. [pauses, sobering] Seriously, though. This guy screwed with you. It's kinda my thing when people mess with the people I give a damn about.
Elle: [nods, knowingly] I know and I'm glad you give a damn about me, but I already watch you leave out that door for things that I know you can't avoid. This one, for now, you can.
Dean: Yeah, I guess. [sighs again and reaches to brush his fingers over her hair]
Elle: [takes a deep breath] If something happens that they need us to know, they'll tell us. They can all see that post that Chuck wrote, all of the comments where he tells you. It's out there. No more secrets.
Dean: [speaking of, he gets this feeling that Sam knew -- considering that Chuck said he was doing the same thing as Sam with the filters -- and didn't say anything to him. he and Sam are so having words later and that much shows on his face] Yeah.
Elle: [she figured as much, but she also figures if anything Sam can lie about how much he knew based on the fact that he can't see what Sam said] So should I help you unpack?
Dean: [yeah, he can. lucky for Sam!] I, uh ... really didn't get that far. [mostly raged around the room a lot and then grabbed some guns and threw them into a bag] But, yeah, okay?
Elle: [smirks, leaning in and kissing him softly] We could go somewhere else, other than here. Get out of the hotel, maybe find something that you can shoot without worrying that it'll shoot you back?
Dean: [kisses her back] I wouldn't say no to that.
Elle: [shrugs] I just figure, maybe you're looking for a fight. [kisses him again] I haven't been out of this place aside for the grocery trips since we left Bobby's.
Dean: [another kiss] You sure this isn't gonna screw up whatever Chuck saw or whatever?
Elle: I'm of the mind that he didn't tell us because he knew that you'd go. So, as long as you pretend to be uninformed - we'll be fine. [grins at him]
Dean: [shrugs faintly] Sounds good to me.
Elle: [slides her hand up to rest to his shoulder, letting her free hand do the same, linking her fingers behind his neck, tilting her head as she looks up at him] You could help me pack?
Dean: [wraps an arm around her and steals another kiss from her] Well, what're we packin' for? Kinda good to know if I should be breakin' out the shorts or if I should stick to jeans. [not that he wouldn't wear jeans no matter where they went -- as is evidenced by the fact that it's August and it'd be a miracle if he owned a pair of shorts -- but he's kind of curious as to where they're going. or if this is just a 'get in the car and drive' kind of thing]
Elle: [is fond of the kiss stealing] I cannot even think of you outside in shorts.... ever. I'm also pretty sure that you wear the same thing no matter where we go. I was thinking... [she hums in thought for a moment] more along the lines of what I might pack... or what I should accidentally on purpose forget to pack.
Dean: [can't help but be a little crass -- she SO set herself up for this one] Panties. The panties can stay home. They just get in the way.
Elle: [well, she was setting herself up on purpose, leaning in closer to him] I think I can forget those.
Dean: Cool. [the kiss thief strikes again]
Elle: [nips at him as he pulls back] Anything else? [coy lift of her eyebrows]
Dean: Uh ... don't suppose you could just forget to pack clothes all together? Walk around naked for however long we're gone?
Elle: [contemplates this] I might be open to the ruling that the moment the hotel room door closes behind us, my clothes hit the floor.
Dean: I'm all for that.
Elle: [steals a kiss, though it's with a bit more intent since they've started discussing what she's not packing] I figured you'd be.
Dean: I'm predictable. [smirks a bit against her lips as he kisses her back]
Elle: [hums softly, unlinking her fingers and letting her hands run down his chest, resting at the top of his jeans] I prefer reliable.
Dean: [lifts his hips into her hands, slowly] Whatever works for you, sweetheart.
Elle: [unfastens his jeans] At the moment, you're doing amazing things for me.
Dean: [swallows a soft noise, trying to avoid seeming too over-eager] Oh, yeah?
Elle: [bites her bottom lip slightly as she hums again, nodding, moving in closer to him, planning on using the natural progression of their teasing to block out the thought that Sylar was in New York and that he had intentions of finding Elle. If she could avoid that sinking feeling for another night, she'd be in support of it.]