Ficlet: Water Droplets (SPN/H).
Title: Water Droplets.
Fandom: Supernatural/Heroes.
Pairing/Character: Dean Winchester/Candice Wilmer.
Spoilers/Warnings: .
Disclaimer: Not mine. ;/
Word Count: 300.
Rating: PG.
Prompt: Rain.
Written For: choco_cherries.
Summary: She's herself when it rains.
Notes: This is my first Dean/Candice. I'll probably stick Candice with Sark than with this Winchester, but I thought I'd go for a different crossover pairing. I'm extremely nervous. :) Feedback is love. :)
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The door creaks open, and water droplets hit the floor as her fingers (her fingers) push the beads out of her hair.
She’s as slick as the weather; one moment, she’s here, and the next … she’s not like anything he’s ever come across. Dean Winchester is used to the supernatural; he’s wired for it, but Candice Wilmer causes him to rethink his status in the world of unknown and lurkers in the dark. He doesn’t know what she is, he can’t figure it out and it drives him as insane as lightning trying to hit a target on the earth. He thought she was a simple hot, feisty chick who likes bars and booze.
She smiles widely, showing off her flawless teeth (are they hers?) and she walks over to him, her wet hands immediately dampen his face as she whispers, “Hey.”
Candice presses her familiar lips to his, and he doesn’t feel her change. She doesn’t change into Cassie or Carmen (not even Jo). His eyes flutter open, and they roam over her face, realizing that she’s still Candice; the familiar dust of freckles are still faint along her nose, her eyes still sparkle with feisty mischief.
Her face is wet, sparkling as they stand under the unpredictable flicking light; he smirks, knowing it’s become a dull routine for her not to torment him with the faces of the women of his past when it rains. It provides her a mask, drowning all the truth and washing it away while those who are searching for it have to wait until the clouds pass and the sun warms up the earth again to be able to continue their investigation.
She cocks her thin eyebrow, her eyes sparkle and her lips form a knowing smirk, “Were you expecting someone else?”
Fandom: Supernatural/Heroes.
Pairing/Character: Dean Winchester/Candice Wilmer.
Spoilers/Warnings: .
Disclaimer: Not mine. ;/
Word Count: 300.
Rating: PG.
Prompt: Rain.
Written For: choco_cherries.
Summary: She's herself when it rains.
Notes: This is my first Dean/Candice. I'll probably stick Candice with Sark than with this Winchester, but I thought I'd go for a different crossover pairing. I'm extremely nervous. :) Feedback is love. :)
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The door creaks open, and water droplets hit the floor as her fingers (her fingers) push the beads out of her hair.
She’s as slick as the weather; one moment, she’s here, and the next … she’s not like anything he’s ever come across. Dean Winchester is used to the supernatural; he’s wired for it, but Candice Wilmer causes him to rethink his status in the world of unknown and lurkers in the dark. He doesn’t know what she is, he can’t figure it out and it drives him as insane as lightning trying to hit a target on the earth. He thought she was a simple hot, feisty chick who likes bars and booze.
She smiles widely, showing off her flawless teeth (are they hers?) and she walks over to him, her wet hands immediately dampen his face as she whispers, “Hey.”
Candice presses her familiar lips to his, and he doesn’t feel her change. She doesn’t change into Cassie or Carmen (not even Jo). His eyes flutter open, and they roam over her face, realizing that she’s still Candice; the familiar dust of freckles are still faint along her nose, her eyes still sparkle with feisty mischief.
Her face is wet, sparkling as they stand under the unpredictable flicking light; he smirks, knowing it’s become a dull routine for her not to torment him with the faces of the women of his past when it rains. It provides her a mask, drowning all the truth and washing it away while those who are searching for it have to wait until the clouds pass and the sun warms up the earth again to be able to continue their investigation.
She cocks her thin eyebrow, her eyes sparkle and her lips form a knowing smirk, “Were you expecting someone else?”