The Gazebo - Thursday afternoon

May 21, 2009 09:15

Meg was terrible. She was terrible and having awful, gut wrenching thoughts. So getting out of the apartment was a must. She was either crying or throwing dishes and she couldn't afford to lose anymore glasses. What was wrong with her? Dean was alive, Sam was back with her, Matthew had a good mommy...

Frowning, she flicked open the knife Dean had ( Read more... )

gazebo, park, dean winchester, meg manning

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givemethehunt May 21 2009, 16:51:38 UTC
[ooc: moody one versus PTSD boy?]

"Why are you stabbing the bench?" Dean stood by the edge of the gazebo, giving Meg a mildly disturbed look. And eying the knife guardedly.

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manning_09er May 21 2009, 17:16:11 UTC
"Because it's there," she said, eyeing him. "Don't worry; I'm not about to test your flesh with it again."

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givemethehunt May 21 2009, 17:23:58 UTC
"Damn straight you're not." Dean shook his head, still eying the blade. "You know that's a really good way to fuck up your edge, right?"

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manning_09er May 21 2009, 17:40:52 UTC
She raised her brows. "Don't need a lecture about the upkeep of my knife, Dean."

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