[rp log] Suck Up | Branwen & Dean
After a Rave on Monday, anyone who attended has lost the ability to lie. Branwen's entire existence, her attitude, her evil, manipulative ways all revolve around her ability to weave tangible lies. Having just moved to the human world from Hell, Branwen has never attended high school before. She learns how hard it is to fit in someplace new, and Dean makes her feel better, like he always does.
Branwen wasn't totally sure why she was going to Dean's place of all the places she could go, but she was. She'd had another crappy day at school, she wasn't enjoying it one bit. The other girls crushed her, they called her plain and not pretty and she couldn't pretend it didn't bother her for some reason. Instead she was letting it get to her and she was very, very upset. She hadn't realized yet that she couldn't lie, just that she couldn't quite seem to keep a grasp on her usual cockiness. But Dean would make her feel better, he tended to make her feel cute and pretty and she enjoyed that aspect of him more than anything else. And so she found herself in the hall, knocking on the apartment door looking very much like a kicked puppy.
Dean was not the first to open the door. Some young woman came to the door, looking like she was about to leave. She looked at Branwen before awkwardly averting her eyes and leaving, rushing down the hall. Dean looked up from the couch, beer in hand. He was clothed but he had one of those grins on his face. When he noticed the door still open, he went over to check and saw Branwen, blinking in surprise. "Bran? What are you doing here?" he asked, not unpleasantly. He tugged the young girl in, noticing the distress.
Distress was now putting it mildly. She had kind of just frozen, staring at the woman who had opened the door, and then watching her rush down the hall. Well honestly, what did she expect? She was sixteen, Dean wasn't going to want to sleep with her. How tempted she was to just go back to hell and let herself grow up a bit more. But that wouldn't work. She opened her mouth, fully intending to pretend that seeing that woman did not bother her. That wasn't exactly what came out though. "I was having a bad day..." she said, her voice soft and low like she was still trying to stop herself from crying, which part of her might have been, "But...But nevermind!" she huffed, blinking rapidly as she tugged away from Dean. "You can't possibly make it better now."
"Whoa, whoa, hey, c'mere," Dean frowned, not liking when he had to see someone upset, let alone a perfectly sweet, and maybe demonic- girl. Dean didn't let go of Branwen, placing his beer down and realizing that she might have been upset about that woman. Well-- Dean couldn't really do or say anything about that. He closed the door as he pulled Branwen inside, despite her struggle, leaning down to look at her face, twisted with emotion. "What's wrong? Tell me."
"School!" She huffed. "I didn't know it would be so hard! Nothing has ever been hard for me, and no one likes me! Everyone always likes me! And I can't...do anything!" She blinked rapidly a few more times before shaking her head. "I sound stupid, why am I even saying this?" She blinked a few more times, trying to keep the tears that wanted to spring up at bay. She hadn't meant to sound all childish, she'd wanted to say nothing was wrong and be her usual, arrogant self. But she just couldn't, which was only upsetting her more. "I think something's wrong with me."
Dean knelt in front of Branwen, listening to her bitch and if it were anyone else, he would've told the girl to suck it up and deal with it because what did he know about school? But there /were/ some things he understood. Sure, he picked up a lot of girls but that wasn't really knowing how to communicate well with people. Dean was terrible with people. So he knew what it felt like to be the odd new kid that nobody was really sure about. That nobody "liked." Sammy was always the one who was liked. The normal one. "Well, school is supposed to be annoying," Dean said, cupping Branwen's face and frowning at the promise of tears. "Don't give me that look. Tough princesses like you don't let some stupid girls get to her, do they?" Dean teased slightly, looking at her affectionately.
"It's not supposed to. I don't know why it's just...I don't like it." She toughened a bit, her fist clenching and a slight rage behind her eyes now, a flicker of red, there one second, gone the next. "Back in hell I'dve just...killed them." she grumbled before blinking, blue eyes wide and shocked. Had she really just said that, out loud? Oh god, that wasn't supposed to happen.
Dean took a breath. Well. It was finally on the table. He didn't move away though. As far as he knew, full fledged demons didn't just...cry. He smiled a bit sadly. "I know what you mean," he murmured, not really meaning to say that either. But he just moved some hair out of Branwen's face. "Listen, you're gonna have to deal with a bunch of stuff you don't like and all you can do about it, is suck it up, and /make/ it something you like."
"I don't know how," Branwen sighed, "No one ever taught me how to be human. It's all...confusing and there's rules and stuff. You'd think I would know, it's supposed to be bred into me, but I don't." She wasn't sure why she was telling Dean all of this. She knew she didn't really want to, but she couldn't really help it. "I'm supposed to have more human in my than anything else and I just don't know how to do it." Finally she just shook her head and pulled away, clamping her mouth shut. She didn't like all this sharing she was suddenly doing. It just wasn't her.
Dean allowed Branwen to pull away from him. He knew that when women didn't want something, they really meant it. Dean simply stood up and sighed slightly, looking at the other, taking all this sharing as new information. "You seem pretty human to me. You're hurting and confused and hating rules." Dean smiled slightly. "That's pretty damn human to me."
"Yeah well..." Branwen trailed off and shook her head, forcing herself to just not speak. Which was really a hard task for her cause she liked to talk...a lot. "Do you like the kitten?" She finally asked. Kittens were a safe topic and she already decided she was going to stay and hang out for a bit either way. Unless Dean told her to leave, but even then she might have just stuck around to be a pain. That's what she did.
Dean actually raised a hand, telling Branwen to wait before leaving the room. He returned, holding the kitten by the scruff of its neck, with a new collar saying that-yup...they were keeping him. "We named him, 'Ozzy'," Dean snickered, holding the kitten out to Branwen
"Awwww~" She cooed, taking the kitten and snuggling it. So far her theory was holding true. Cute things made everything in the world better. Fact of life. "After the talented Mr. Osborne I'm assuming?" She added, glancing up at Dean for a moment before going and plopping down on the couch, making herself quite at home.
Dean didn't mind. He always took his "home"s pretty lightly. They didn't stay his home for very long. He sat beside Branwen with his beer. "Yup. Damn thing meows all night."
"Well he's just a baby! He needs loves!" She informed Dean matter-of-factly. She continued to cuddle and coo at the kitten, delighted with the purrs she got in return. "So what have you been up to?" She hummed curiously before making a slight face, her lip raised in a sneer. "Besides...." and she waved her hand at the door looking mildly disgusted and not wanting to say what it was clear that she was indicating.
"Hm? Oh," Dean had almost forgotten. When it came to women, he had a memory like a goldfish sometimes. He shrugged with a slight smirk. "Er- same old same old," he chuckled.
"Well aren't you just delightful~" She cooed at him, setting the kitten down on the couch. "We should do something." She finally decided, looking thoughtful. She had homework she was purposely avoiding (mostly because she didn't know the first thing about geometry and was too proud to ask for help), plus if she went home and Jack gave her that look that only Daddy's gave she knew she'd be in tears again and she didn't want that right now either.
"Okay," Dean shrugged, looking around his place as he sipped on his beer. "I didn't plan on going out but we can find something to do here? Do a séance maybe?" Dean was being an asshole but he chuckled, hoping at least his "normal" asshole antics would make her feel normal and forget about her problems.
"A séance...?" she asked, staring at him in disbelief. "You're dumb." She finally said with a slight laugh and roll of her eyes. "Why would we do a séance? If I wanted to talk to dead people, I'd go find a vampire to hang out with or something..."
"I wasn't being serious you little bitch," Dean scoffed, rolling his eyes as he finished his beer. "Then what do you want to do, princess?"
She made a little indignant squeak, but was still grinning slightly. "I am not a bitch. I am...okay well, I am, but still!" She finished with a little laugh. "I don't know. I hadn't really thought about it." she tapped her chin thoughtfully for a moment. "We could...watch a movie or...go get something to eat or...uhm...go to the beach? I don't know. I was just thinking out loud really..."
Dean snapped his fingers, reaching for the remote and putting his beer down. "I know exactly what you need," he grinned, turning on the TV and flipping the channels. He stopped on a channel that played movies all the time and Hellraisers II was on. "Just like home, huh?" Dean winked before tossing the remote aside and getting comfortable.
Branwen stared at the screen then over at Dean. She scooted a bit closer to him and then swatted his arm. "Jerk." she sneered at him, though she looked amused as she returned her gaze to the screen. "I love the Hellraiser movies. Nothing like hell really is, but Pinhead's pretty bad ass..."
"S'what I keep telling myself," Dean chuckled, instinctively wrapping an arm around the other's shoulders and tugging her close.
Branwen grinned and easily leaned into Dean, half curling up and generally getting comfortable against his side. "I used to hang out with a guy like Chatterbox. He was a fucking douchebag. And he had the most grating voice ever. Ugh," she snorted and rolled her eyes. Why she told him that, she wasn't sure.
"Aw man," Dean chuckled, shaking his head. "That's real unfortunate." Dean didn't really know why he was holding up the seemingly useless conversation. Maybe because it made him feel human. It could have been anything.
"Yeah..." she hummed in agreement, falling silent after that. Her eyes were fixed on the screen, she really loved the gory, hellish movies. She had hated being in hell, but the movies always made her grin. She let out a soft sigh, shifting a bit until she could rest her head on Dean's chest.
"Feel better?" Dean asked, testing the waters as he rubbed the girl's arm slightly, resting his head on Branwen's.
"Yeah," she said softly, a slight grin on her lips. So far the theory was holding true, Dean really was around when she needed him, and he always made her feel better. Even after the whole finding out she was a demon/god/human and him getting mad at her, he'd still made her feel better. She liked that about him.
Branwen wasn't totally sure why she was going to Dean's place of all the places she could go, but she was. She'd had another crappy day at school, she wasn't enjoying it one bit. The other girls crushed her, they called her plain and not pretty and she couldn't pretend it didn't bother her for some reason. Instead she was letting it get to her and she was very, very upset. She hadn't realized yet that she couldn't lie, just that she couldn't quite seem to keep a grasp on her usual cockiness. But Dean would make her feel better, he tended to make her feel cute and pretty and she enjoyed that aspect of him more than anything else. And so she found herself in the hall, knocking on the apartment door looking very much like a kicked puppy.
Dean was not the first to open the door. Some young woman came to the door, looking like she was about to leave. She looked at Branwen before awkwardly averting her eyes and leaving, rushing down the hall. Dean looked up from the couch, beer in hand. He was clothed but he had one of those grins on his face. When he noticed the door still open, he went over to check and saw Branwen, blinking in surprise. "Bran? What are you doing here?" he asked, not unpleasantly. He tugged the young girl in, noticing the distress.
Distress was now putting it mildly. She had kind of just frozen, staring at the woman who had opened the door, and then watching her rush down the hall. Well honestly, what did she expect? She was sixteen, Dean wasn't going to want to sleep with her. How tempted she was to just go back to hell and let herself grow up a bit more. But that wouldn't work. She opened her mouth, fully intending to pretend that seeing that woman did not bother her. That wasn't exactly what came out though. "I was having a bad day..." she said, her voice soft and low like she was still trying to stop herself from crying, which part of her might have been, "But...But nevermind!" she huffed, blinking rapidly as she tugged away from Dean. "You can't possibly make it better now."
"Whoa, whoa, hey, c'mere," Dean frowned, not liking when he had to see someone upset, let alone a perfectly sweet, and maybe demonic- girl. Dean didn't let go of Branwen, placing his beer down and realizing that she might have been upset about that woman. Well-- Dean couldn't really do or say anything about that. He closed the door as he pulled Branwen inside, despite her struggle, leaning down to look at her face, twisted with emotion. "What's wrong? Tell me."
"School!" She huffed. "I didn't know it would be so hard! Nothing has ever been hard for me, and no one likes me! Everyone always likes me! And I can't...do anything!" She blinked rapidly a few more times before shaking her head. "I sound stupid, why am I even saying this?" She blinked a few more times, trying to keep the tears that wanted to spring up at bay. She hadn't meant to sound all childish, she'd wanted to say nothing was wrong and be her usual, arrogant self. But she just couldn't, which was only upsetting her more. "I think something's wrong with me."
Dean knelt in front of Branwen, listening to her bitch and if it were anyone else, he would've told the girl to suck it up and deal with it because what did he know about school? But there /were/ some things he understood. Sure, he picked up a lot of girls but that wasn't really knowing how to communicate well with people. Dean was terrible with people. So he knew what it felt like to be the odd new kid that nobody was really sure about. That nobody "liked." Sammy was always the one who was liked. The normal one. "Well, school is supposed to be annoying," Dean said, cupping Branwen's face and frowning at the promise of tears. "Don't give me that look. Tough princesses like you don't let some stupid girls get to her, do they?" Dean teased slightly, looking at her affectionately.
"It's not supposed to. I don't know why it's just...I don't like it." She toughened a bit, her fist clenching and a slight rage behind her eyes now, a flicker of red, there one second, gone the next. "Back in hell I'dve just...killed them." she grumbled before blinking, blue eyes wide and shocked. Had she really just said that, out loud? Oh god, that wasn't supposed to happen.
Dean took a breath. Well. It was finally on the table. He didn't move away though. As far as he knew, full fledged demons didn't just...cry. He smiled a bit sadly. "I know what you mean," he murmured, not really meaning to say that either. But he just moved some hair out of Branwen's face. "Listen, you're gonna have to deal with a bunch of stuff you don't like and all you can do about it, is suck it up, and /make/ it something you like."
"I don't know how," Branwen sighed, "No one ever taught me how to be human. It's all...confusing and there's rules and stuff. You'd think I would know, it's supposed to be bred into me, but I don't." She wasn't sure why she was telling Dean all of this. She knew she didn't really want to, but she couldn't really help it. "I'm supposed to have more human in my than anything else and I just don't know how to do it." Finally she just shook her head and pulled away, clamping her mouth shut. She didn't like all this sharing she was suddenly doing. It just wasn't her.
Dean allowed Branwen to pull away from him. He knew that when women didn't want something, they really meant it. Dean simply stood up and sighed slightly, looking at the other, taking all this sharing as new information. "You seem pretty human to me. You're hurting and confused and hating rules." Dean smiled slightly. "That's pretty damn human to me."
"Yeah well..." Branwen trailed off and shook her head, forcing herself to just not speak. Which was really a hard task for her cause she liked to talk...a lot. "Do you like the kitten?" She finally asked. Kittens were a safe topic and she already decided she was going to stay and hang out for a bit either way. Unless Dean told her to leave, but even then she might have just stuck around to be a pain. That's what she did.
Dean actually raised a hand, telling Branwen to wait before leaving the room. He returned, holding the kitten by the scruff of its neck, with a new collar saying that-yup...they were keeping him. "We named him, 'Ozzy'," Dean snickered, holding the kitten out to Branwen
"Awwww~" She cooed, taking the kitten and snuggling it. So far her theory was holding true. Cute things made everything in the world better. Fact of life. "After the talented Mr. Osborne I'm assuming?" She added, glancing up at Dean for a moment before going and plopping down on the couch, making herself quite at home.
Dean didn't mind. He always took his "home"s pretty lightly. They didn't stay his home for very long. He sat beside Branwen with his beer. "Yup. Damn thing meows all night."
"Well he's just a baby! He needs loves!" She informed Dean matter-of-factly. She continued to cuddle and coo at the kitten, delighted with the purrs she got in return. "So what have you been up to?" She hummed curiously before making a slight face, her lip raised in a sneer. "Besides...." and she waved her hand at the door looking mildly disgusted and not wanting to say what it was clear that she was indicating.
"Hm? Oh," Dean had almost forgotten. When it came to women, he had a memory like a goldfish sometimes. He shrugged with a slight smirk. "Er- same old same old," he chuckled.
"Well aren't you just delightful~" She cooed at him, setting the kitten down on the couch. "We should do something." She finally decided, looking thoughtful. She had homework she was purposely avoiding (mostly because she didn't know the first thing about geometry and was too proud to ask for help), plus if she went home and Jack gave her that look that only Daddy's gave she knew she'd be in tears again and she didn't want that right now either.
"Okay," Dean shrugged, looking around his place as he sipped on his beer. "I didn't plan on going out but we can find something to do here? Do a séance maybe?" Dean was being an asshole but he chuckled, hoping at least his "normal" asshole antics would make her feel normal and forget about her problems.
"A séance...?" she asked, staring at him in disbelief. "You're dumb." She finally said with a slight laugh and roll of her eyes. "Why would we do a séance? If I wanted to talk to dead people, I'd go find a vampire to hang out with or something..."
"I wasn't being serious you little bitch," Dean scoffed, rolling his eyes as he finished his beer. "Then what do you want to do, princess?"
She made a little indignant squeak, but was still grinning slightly. "I am not a bitch. I am...okay well, I am, but still!" She finished with a little laugh. "I don't know. I hadn't really thought about it." she tapped her chin thoughtfully for a moment. "We could...watch a movie or...go get something to eat or...uhm...go to the beach? I don't know. I was just thinking out loud really..."
Dean snapped his fingers, reaching for the remote and putting his beer down. "I know exactly what you need," he grinned, turning on the TV and flipping the channels. He stopped on a channel that played movies all the time and Hellraisers II was on. "Just like home, huh?" Dean winked before tossing the remote aside and getting comfortable.
Branwen stared at the screen then over at Dean. She scooted a bit closer to him and then swatted his arm. "Jerk." she sneered at him, though she looked amused as she returned her gaze to the screen. "I love the Hellraiser movies. Nothing like hell really is, but Pinhead's pretty bad ass..."
"S'what I keep telling myself," Dean chuckled, instinctively wrapping an arm around the other's shoulders and tugging her close.
Branwen grinned and easily leaned into Dean, half curling up and generally getting comfortable against his side. "I used to hang out with a guy like Chatterbox. He was a fucking douchebag. And he had the most grating voice ever. Ugh," she snorted and rolled her eyes. Why she told him that, she wasn't sure.
"Aw man," Dean chuckled, shaking his head. "That's real unfortunate." Dean didn't really know why he was holding up the seemingly useless conversation. Maybe because it made him feel human. It could have been anything.
"Yeah..." she hummed in agreement, falling silent after that. Her eyes were fixed on the screen, she really loved the gory, hellish movies. She had hated being in hell, but the movies always made her grin. She let out a soft sigh, shifting a bit until she could rest her head on Dean's chest.
"Feel better?" Dean asked, testing the waters as he rubbed the girl's arm slightly, resting his head on Branwen's.
"Yeah," she said softly, a slight grin on her lips. So far the theory was holding true, Dean really was around when she needed him, and he always made her feel better. Even after the whole finding out she was a demon/god/human and him getting mad at her, he'd still made her feel better. She liked that about him.