OOC: SENTENCE FIC [runenvonasgard]
002
KISS
He doesn't get first turn at the kissing booth, and he's a little disappointed about it (an old guy with three teeth and a beard to his knees named Mortimer gets first dibs), and he knows where the money's going, anyway, so there's no reason for him to sign up for this when he could have just given it to Asellus privately, but he lays down the sixty bucks he's got (and not telling where it came from) and puts his best foot forward; if he can't be first, he's determined to be the best.
004
PAIN
It doesn't matter that it's a cute, simple, and sweet song - not to Dean, because he doesn't do that uber mushy crap - as he sits there at the bar, a look of intense pain on his face, his beer halfway to his mouth, as Sellz and Lady run through the chorus of that stupid "I'm Gonna Be" song: Whoever has wasted a quarter on that from the jukebox needs to be stabbed in the face.
005
POTATOES
She seems cheerful enough when he comes in for his usual - bacon cheeseburger and homefries - and seems happy enough to do it herself, and Dean has to wonder if this is close to what that apple pie life feels like; to have her ask about his day, his hunts, the kid, and to genuinely listen as she goes about so domestic a task as cooking.
007
CHOCOLATE
Dessert today is blueberry crunch pie and chocolate ice cream (Samara's choice), and they sit side by side in the booth away from the bar for once (Dean's got a job on the burner and is saving the beer drinking until afterward this time); she's got it smeared all over, and when Lady turns up to watch out for her while Dean's off salting and burning, she gives him one of those looks, full of disapproval, and Dean can only smile faintly in response as he tugs on his jacket and heads out to the car.
010
EARS
Lady takes her job of being a surrogate mother to Samara very seriously...More seriously than Dean gives her credit for in the beginning: It seems she has it in her mind to be his, as well, when she twists his ear and drags him out of the diner, after he's been caught trying to look down the waitress's shirt while pretending to look at the menu.
019
WIND
He and Sam make a trip home in the fall, at the urging of Bobby to see what's going on in the great war between the angels and demons (and likely because he misses them, but he'd never say so, and neither would they - it's just an unspoken rule), and they make their way to his scrapyard from Asgard with the windows down, letting the cool autumn air in with its scent of burning leaves, some Ozzy on the radio and that familiar companionable silence between them like it used to be.
021
LIFE
Everything is wonderful, until the Impala throws a rod, and the knocking and clanking coming from the engine is heartbreaking to hear, at least in Dean's opinion, since he keeps her in such wonderful running shape: Haze becomes his official repair grounds, as he double-parks her and shuts her off in a hurry, his face set in those angry lines that no one really likes to see, because he's got a mean angry face, and pops the hood before drifting inside the bar to let her cool down (and grab a beer before calling around to the parts stores, because he has the feeling this is going to be a long, long day).
022
JEALOUSY
He doesn't understand the conflict between Samara and Castiel as well as he says he does: While on the surface it looked as though it was simply Cas jumping the gun and claiming the girl was a demon, there are times when Dean wonders if it doesn't run a little deeper than that.
027
BLOOD
His eyes are closed and the lids too heavy to lift, and he can taste the blood in his mouth and feel it ooze down his chin and throat (it patters like rain on the wooden floor), but he knows the hands that tilt his face upward, and he knows the voice that echoes from far, far away, and he reaches out, latching onto Sam's jacket and feels Sam tug him from the floor, one arm slung around his brother's shoulders.
033
FEAR
Dean doesn't like hellhounds or flying, Sam is terrified of clowns, Samara won't even get in a bath unless he's right there next to the tub with her to hold her hand, and Sellz has panic attacks at the sight of horses: Lady's a mystery in that sense, in that she doesn't seem to have a single fearing bone in her body, and he's not sure whether to be in awe of that, or wonder if she's not just that mentally deranged.
036
MARKET
He's not the type to do grocery shopping, especially not for someone else (he and Sam are easy to shop for, now that Sam's not so health conscious, and since they live mostly out of hotel rooms, it usually doesn't matter), but Lady practically twists his arm over it, using the unfair argument that it's for the kid, since the room he shares with Sam does have a kitchenette: And thus he finds himself trailing behind her in the supermarket, slumped over the buggy as he pushes it along and tries to catch her ankles with the bottom bar in retaliation for such a thing - she takes it with an amazing amount of grace, only threatening to de-man him a handful of times before they're done.
037
TECHNOLOGY
He's not good with computers - leaving the hacking mostly to Sam, because God knows his brother has a giant, geeky brain - but he's no slouch with things that don't require picking apart someone's brain or googling himself into nirvana; the hotwired Sunfire at the curb is plenty proof of that, and the homemade EMF meter in his pocket just icing on the cake.
043
SKY
Part of him wants to pull her out of the bar and out of Asgard, if only for a day or two, and install her in the passenger seat of the Impala, and show her the open and lonely stretches of road in Oklahoma, Kansas, Nebraska...Those midwest states where there's nothing but the sound of the engine, the radio, and open sky overhead and traffic is nonexistant: She's got centuries on him and he knows it, but at times he wonders how much she's simply kicked back and gone along for ride, just to see where it takes her.
047
MOON
"So...You want to find the dead prom date and what, sway back and forth gently to 'Blue Moon' or something," Dean says, ignoring the way Sam's mouth flattens into a line, and the way his eyebrows turn down in that kicked puppy face, "Forget about it, dude, there's bigger fish out there and I'll be damned if I'm going back in time at eighty-eight miles per hour to salt and burn some pissed off prom queen."