[JP] Shock
[Dean = jstliketherifle, Ruby = ilove_atallman. Pre- THIS.]
After the demons were gone, and she finally gotten a look at the hunters who saved her sorry ass, she nearly dropped the shotgun in shock. Because for all intents and purposes, she heard that this particular hunter was dead. Nearly four years dead, in fact. She just stared at him, shock and confusion plastered all over her face, and it was about two minutes before she actually did drop the shotgun and threw herself at him, not caring for the bodies of those formerly possessed by demons or the woman at his side. Instead, she just threw the arms around his neck and hugged him tightly, clearly catching him off guard.
“Jesus Christ, Dean,” she sighed, closing her eyes as she sunk into the idea that it was really him. “You’re supposed to be dead.”
“Yeah,” he said, obviously confused at her reaction. “What, no holy water? No silver knife?”
She pulled back after a minute, before giving him a look. “If you were a demon or a shapeshifter I figure you would have just let the demons kill me rather than try and save me from them. And you’re telling me that you would have rather I splashed and/or stabbed you?”
Dean paused for a minute, before smirking slightly. “I guess you have a point.”
“Good,” Delilah sighed. “Now hug me, damnit.”
Dean chuckled slightly as he pulled her into a tight hug. “I missed you, kid.”
“You and me both,” she sighed, just leaning into the hug and staying close. He was different, she could tell that much, but she didn’t know enough to know if it was good or bad, yet. She needed to actually sit and talk with him for a while, but for right now, hugs would do. And Dean seemed like he needed them, so she was happy to hug until she was told otherwise. Which apparently was coming very soon.
“Look, I hate to interrupt the family moment here,” the chick with him began. “But we better find some cover before the rest of their friends decided to come out of the woodwork.”
Dean pulled back from Delilah for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, you’re right, we better get out of here.”
“Well, c’mon then,” Delilah said with a grin as she lead the way back to her car. “You saved my life-I think that means I owe you pizza.”
Dean nodded with a small smile before replying. “I definitely think I could go for that.”
***
“So what the hell happened to you, Dean?” she sighed as she sat back on the bed, piece of pizza in her hand. “Last I heard from Bobby you went belly up four years back.”
“I did,” he admitted slowly. They were in her motel room, warded to the gills while Ruby went out to take care of something. He kicked his feet up on the edge of her bed and leaned back in the chair, rubbing the stubble on his face lightly as he did. “Was dead for two years. After that, an angel pulled me out of the pit and had Ruby pull me back together. We’ve been doing the demon hunting thing ever since.”
“So you pick up the ass kicking demon chick but drop the tall and lanky baby bro you told me so much about?” Delilah frowned, tilting her head to the side slightly. “That-that don’t sound right.”
Dean’s eyes dropped into his lap, suddenly very interested in the pizza he was holding. “Sam doesn’t know I’m alive.”
Oh, hell no. Oh, hell fucking no. “What batshittery is this? Dean Winchester, don’t tell me you’re sneaking around with the demon chick behind your brother’s back.”
Dean shifted slightly in the chair, before looking over at her. “Sam never wanted this life, D. He always hated it.”
“Nobody wants this, Dean,” Delilah frowned. “We do it because we have to, not because we love it. Because if we don’t who will, ya know?”
“Yeah, well, he’s got the normal life now,” Dean said with a shrug. “The girl, the job-the white picket fence. He’s got it now. If I showed up, he’d be dragged right back into this life again, and I’m not going to do that too him.”
Delilah watched him for a minute. “You’re different.” It wouldn’t matter about what Dean wants to do about Sam. That was his business, and besides-she didn’t know Sam anyway. But what she did know, was that Dean used to preach at her about hunting alone when she was younger, telling her stories about him and his brother on the hunt. Dean hated hunting alone. Something had to have changed if he was willingly doing this on his own, Ruby aside.
Dean looked up at her, grateful eyes, before nodding. “Yeah, well-Hell does that to a person.”
Delilah nodded slowly, before inching over on the bed, patting the space next to her. “C’mon Winchester-you gotta catch me up on what you’ve been up to for two years.”
Dean smirked at her, before moving over and settling in. “You know, I have to say, you’re taking this better than most.”
“Well, you did say angels, Dean?” Delilah said with a smirk, before curling up closer. “So-speak, dude. Tell me what’s going on.”
“Oh, where to start-”
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After the demons were gone, and she finally gotten a look at the hunters who saved her sorry ass, she nearly dropped the shotgun in shock. Because for all intents and purposes, she heard that this particular hunter was dead. Nearly four years dead, in fact. She just stared at him, shock and confusion plastered all over her face, and it was about two minutes before she actually did drop the shotgun and threw herself at him, not caring for the bodies of those formerly possessed by demons or the woman at his side. Instead, she just threw the arms around his neck and hugged him tightly, clearly catching him off guard.
“Jesus Christ, Dean,” she sighed, closing her eyes as she sunk into the idea that it was really him. “You’re supposed to be dead.”
“Yeah,” he said, obviously confused at her reaction. “What, no holy water? No silver knife?”
She pulled back after a minute, before giving him a look. “If you were a demon or a shapeshifter I figure you would have just let the demons kill me rather than try and save me from them. And you’re telling me that you would have rather I splashed and/or stabbed you?”
Dean paused for a minute, before smirking slightly. “I guess you have a point.”
“Good,” Delilah sighed. “Now hug me, damnit.”
Dean chuckled slightly as he pulled her into a tight hug. “I missed you, kid.”
“You and me both,” she sighed, just leaning into the hug and staying close. He was different, she could tell that much, but she didn’t know enough to know if it was good or bad, yet. She needed to actually sit and talk with him for a while, but for right now, hugs would do. And Dean seemed like he needed them, so she was happy to hug until she was told otherwise. Which apparently was coming very soon.
“Look, I hate to interrupt the family moment here,” the chick with him began. “But we better find some cover before the rest of their friends decided to come out of the woodwork.”
Dean pulled back from Delilah for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, you’re right, we better get out of here.”
“Well, c’mon then,” Delilah said with a grin as she lead the way back to her car. “You saved my life-I think that means I owe you pizza.”
Dean nodded with a small smile before replying. “I definitely think I could go for that.”
***
“So what the hell happened to you, Dean?” she sighed as she sat back on the bed, piece of pizza in her hand. “Last I heard from Bobby you went belly up four years back.”
“I did,” he admitted slowly. They were in her motel room, warded to the gills while Ruby went out to take care of something. He kicked his feet up on the edge of her bed and leaned back in the chair, rubbing the stubble on his face lightly as he did. “Was dead for two years. After that, an angel pulled me out of the pit and had Ruby pull me back together. We’ve been doing the demon hunting thing ever since.”
“So you pick up the ass kicking demon chick but drop the tall and lanky baby bro you told me so much about?” Delilah frowned, tilting her head to the side slightly. “That-that don’t sound right.”
Dean’s eyes dropped into his lap, suddenly very interested in the pizza he was holding. “Sam doesn’t know I’m alive.”
Oh, hell no. Oh, hell fucking no. “What batshittery is this? Dean Winchester, don’t tell me you’re sneaking around with the demon chick behind your brother’s back.”
Dean shifted slightly in the chair, before looking over at her. “Sam never wanted this life, D. He always hated it.”
“Nobody wants this, Dean,” Delilah frowned. “We do it because we have to, not because we love it. Because if we don’t who will, ya know?”
“Yeah, well, he’s got the normal life now,” Dean said with a shrug. “The girl, the job-the white picket fence. He’s got it now. If I showed up, he’d be dragged right back into this life again, and I’m not going to do that too him.”
Delilah watched him for a minute. “You’re different.” It wouldn’t matter about what Dean wants to do about Sam. That was his business, and besides-she didn’t know Sam anyway. But what she did know, was that Dean used to preach at her about hunting alone when she was younger, telling her stories about him and his brother on the hunt. Dean hated hunting alone. Something had to have changed if he was willingly doing this on his own, Ruby aside.
Dean looked up at her, grateful eyes, before nodding. “Yeah, well-Hell does that to a person.”
Delilah nodded slowly, before inching over on the bed, patting the space next to her. “C’mon Winchester-you gotta catch me up on what you’ve been up to for two years.”
Dean smirked at her, before moving over and settling in. “You know, I have to say, you’re taking this better than most.”
“Well, you did say angels, Dean?” Delilah said with a smirk, before curling up closer. “So-speak, dude. Tell me what’s going on.”
“Oh, where to start-”
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