[Location: The streets, bitch] You don't believe, and your grievances show

Nov 23, 2009 23:32

Well, that had gone well. Cassie exited the nest, not crying as much or as often anymore, but definitely down in the dumps. Not only was Billy gone, but she didn't think and said a bunch of shit that made the hundreds upon hundreds year old vampires get emo. So, totally, not her intention. Not even a little bit ( Read more... )

{ dean winchester, { carlton lassiter, { jessica hamby, { cassie hack

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[Location: i'm driving in mah car] fudgingkillyou November 24 2009, 05:42:34 UTC
As usual, Dean is driving. He's really got nothing to do, is just killing time, listening to some Zeppelin as he cruises through the streets. It's about fifteen or so minutes after he leaves Bobby's house that he finds a familiar figure walking down the sidewalk, and it's almost like deja vu as he parks his car on the opposite of the street and gets out, walking across the road to step in pace with her.

"Hey," Dean says, leaning slightly to see her face. He's not dense; he can tell something's up. "Something wrong?"

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[Location: /steals car. OH SNAP GTA.] slasher_slayer November 24 2009, 05:47:44 UTC
Cassie hears the now familiar roar of the engine of Dean's Impala. He parks and climbs out and catches up to her with ease. "Billy's gone," Cassie replied softly.

"I went to hang out and he was gone. It didn't even look like he'd lived there."

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[Location: O NO U DI'IN'T.] fudgingkillyou November 24 2009, 06:14:51 UTC
Oh. Dean hasn't had someone important like that vanish on him-- not that he remembers, at least-- so he doesn't know how to relate. Sure, Xander vanished, but... that's not the same thing. He knows that the dorky kid and Cassie had been close since that first party.

"... Hell, I'm sorry, Cassie," Dean says, and hey, okay, he can wrap an arm around her shoulder this once, because she deserves some sort of comfort.

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[Location: OH I DID AND I DID A BUNCH OF DONUTS IN THE PARKING LOT.] slasher_slayer November 24 2009, 06:18:37 UTC
Cassie swallowed hard, nodding at Dean's apology. But when he wraps his arm around her shoulder, it sparks something. That was what she needed from Eric. Real comfort. Showing the other person that you care enough to actually embrace them.

Cassie turned, wrapping her arms around his waist, burying her face against his shoulder. "I didn't even get to say anything before he left...."

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[Location: THAT WAS SO UNCALLED FOR] fudgingkillyou November 24 2009, 06:48:27 UTC
Dean doesn't do this often, but honestly, it seems like the right thing to do, considering the awkward friendship thing they've got going here. So he lets her do what she wants, pausing in their walk, and patting her.

He doesn't know what to say, though. So he'll just... be a silent support.

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[Location: FUCK YEAH, NOW YOU GOTTA FIX YOUR TIRES, BENCH. :D] slasher_slayer November 24 2009, 06:50:34 UTC
Cassie tightens her arms around Dean a little more when they've stopped moving. It's much easier to hug when you're standing still. After a few silent, hug-filled, unintentional Dean-smelling minutes, Cassie pulls back just a little.

"I think I'd like to get drunk now," Cassie says softly, looking up at Dean with the Hack version of puppy eyes.

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fudgingkillyou November 27 2009, 07:33:01 UTC
Dean has that power, apparently, to smell comforting. Which is really weird sounding, but hey, there's something about gunpowder and leather that's actually very relaxing. Dean looks down at her and grins a bit.

"Now drunk I can do." He replies, ruffling her hair a little. "C'mon. Hatches aren't fair."

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slasher_slayer November 27 2009, 20:34:45 UTC
Gunpowder, leather, and just straight up sexiness. It's an intoxicating, soothing scent. Cassie breathed a small, weak chuckle at his ruffling her hair.

"Okay," she nodded, releasing his waist, falling into step beside him. "So, like, do you know where all the hatches are? For all your booze-hatching needs?"

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fudgingkillyou November 28 2009, 09:15:06 UTC
Damn straight, sexiness.

Dean snorts at her question, and stuffs his hands in his jacket pocket. "Yeah, something like that. Not a drunken hobo anymore, but for when I was, yeah."

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slasher_slayer November 28 2009, 19:31:57 UTC
"Well, it's good you're not a drunken hobo," Cassie commented simply, hands hanging loosely at her sides.

"This isn't gonna make you fall off the wagon or whatever, is it? Drinking with me?" she asked, not wanting her being miserable to be the cause for Dean to get in any sort of trouble.

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