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Post by |D| e a n s t e r on Dec 8, 2008 22:50:22 GMT -5
Dean had walked along in silence, not really paying any attention when Alex tripped. He turned and took down at her, a smile on his face. "Leave it to the ditzy girl to trip over her own two feet." He dropped the necklace in his hand and his hand lowered down to Alex. "Here..." He had a laugh of a grin on his face as he looked at her. Who wouldn't? When someone falls you always laugh, if ou didn't, it would be like you weren't even human. Well, Dean wasn't, but you get the point anyways. The only bad thing was that now she was going to be all cold again. Well, his car wasn't to far off, and the heater worked wonders once it warmed up. So he just stood the, slightly hunched, a waiting to help her up out of the snow.
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Post by ``Mickey. on Dec 9, 2008 16:56:25 GMT -5
She looked up at him and stuck her tongue out playfully. Of course he would have to make a joke out of it. "Leave it up to you to make fun of the ditzy girl who trips over her own two feet." She stated with a light smile. With a sigh she took his hand, and smiled lightly, pulling herself to her feet. Now she was wet... again. A low huff came from her as she eyed her clothes through narrowed eyes. Why did she have to keep falling? Poor Alex was about to cling to Dean again, but she just wrapped her arms around her. "Thanks..." She said softly, trying to shrug off the fact that she had tripped again. It was embarrassing to trip over your own two feet every ten seconds. It was something she wasn't used to. She then decided that while it was snowy out, she would not step foot outside. Tripping was just getting a bit old.
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Post by |D| e a n s t e r on Dec 9, 2008 17:09:47 GMT -5
Dean chuckled at her comment. He was about to snicker something back, back thought wisely against it. He couldn't really think of a good come back anyways. As she grabbed his hand he helped her up to her feet. A silly grin snaked its way onto his face as he looked at her. She was all wet again. You would think that the girl would learn... As she said 'thanks' he seemed to mutter out a 'no problem' but it wasn't really audioable. Instead of making some stupid remark about her freezing to death, he walked over to his and wrapped a single around around her shoulders. His own body heat would hopefully warm her up and not let her freeze in her tracks. "Come on, my car isn't far..." He started walking and dragged her along with him. After walking just a few mintues, there was a break in the trees and a gleaming black car stood there. He had just drove into the fied and parked beside the trees, his tracks cleary visable in the fresh snow. He walked her over to the car and unlocked the passenger side door before walking around and unlocking his door. He got in and started it up. He flicked on the heater, but it was just blwing cold air. "Give it a second, it will warm up..." He turned around and looked into the littered back seat. A smile came to his face as he found what he wanted. he reached back and picked up a six pack of beer. He pulled one of the cans out of the holder and cracked it open. He took a swig and smiled before looking at Alex. "Want one?"
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Post by ``Mickey. on Dec 9, 2008 17:56:22 GMT -5
The young girl smiled weakly, feeling horrible. The cold was just beating her down like a hammer. It was bad to know that it was her third time tripping, but being cold just ruined it all. She looked away from Dean as his arm slipped around her shoulder. She actually thought about letting out a teasing comment, but everything had just calmed down. That hyperactive crap could wait. The car was close, good. Soon she saw it, and if she could remember right, this was Dean's love, his baby. She wondered what would happen if a key 'accidentally' scraped the side. You would have to be mental to try that. With a sigh she slipped into the passengers side, and soon cold air was being blaster at her. That sure did feel good. Then came the question. Did she want one? Did she trust him? No, not really... "Maybe after I know it's not poisoned. I'll just sit here until I know that you've had enough for it to be safe." She commented with a sly smile. Most of it was true, she didn't want to suddenly die if she took a sip. Way too risky...
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Post by |D| e a n s t e r on Dec 9, 2008 18:09:01 GMT -5
He laughed as she spoke. "I garentee it is not poisoned. Didn't you just see me take a drink? Besides, its a can... How they hell would I be able to slip you something withou you noticing?" He gave her a weird look and took another drink from his can. After that he messed with some dials on the car, and the air very slowly began to heat up. It was probably the only car that could get heat in a matter of seconds. Most other cars took around fifteen minutes to warm up. But not Dean's baby, oh no, she was just perfect.Not a signal dnt or dent was on her, not a scratch on the paint. If anyone did anything to he, he would probably kill thme. Not just some bullet to the head either, it would be a very slow and painful death. The Impala was his life, his love, an he wasn't going to let anyone get in the way and mess her up. he had taken suck good care for her for all these years now, well, there had been one reck he was in. It completely totalled his car, and frankly, almost killed Dean and his brother. But of course, he fixed her up, good as new, and he was going to make sure nothing else happened to her again.
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Post by ``Mickey. on Dec 9, 2008 18:35:19 GMT -5
She laughed weakly, her eyes on the can. "I think I can trust you... If I die, they will know who to blame." She teased and she soon pulled on the tab, opening up the can. As if anyone truly knew she hung out with Dean. A low huff came from her as she looked down at the can. The only alcoholic beverage she had ever tasted was wine, and she hated it. She just knew that beer would be the same way. It would be liquid torture in a can. Being as curious as she was, Alex took a sip, and just as it slipped in her mouth it came right back out. "That shit is nasty! Take it back!" She whined as she held the can out to Dean. It tasted so gross that it seemed to burn her hand where it rested. At least her parents could be proud that their daughter wasn't a drinker.
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Post by |D| e a n s t e r on Dec 9, 2008 18:50:00 GMT -5
He let out a scuff and gave her a crooked grin. "Like anyone knows that I even exsist..." He said, well, her father did know about him, but he had a feeling that the older man had already forgetton about him. he smiled though as she took a can and opened it. As she stared at it, and downed the rest of his can, and crushed it in his hand, then threw it in his back seat. He laughed as she spoke, and just stared at the can for a moment, just to piss her off. But after a while he took it and stared at it. He figured not to waste any of it... He took a swig and looked at her. "What the hell are you talking about? It tastes fine!" He flashed her a grin and continued to drink it not at all caring that she had already drank some.
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Post by ``Mickey. on Dec 9, 2008 18:59:13 GMT -5
She smiled slyly. "That's not true, I already told everyone in my school how old and perverted you are. The guys fell in love that day..." She teased brightly. She watched him down the whole thing, and all she did was give him a blank stare. How could anyone do that? It was just so gross! She could never imagine drinking so much, she couldn't really imagine drinking at all. She watched as he took hers, and still stared at him. He really was a drinker. All she did was let out a sigh as she watched him. She couldn't wait to see him gain weight. Dean would be big and fat when he got old, and Alex would be slender and magnificent. "You are gonna get a beer belly." She commented with a teasing smile. She could already picture Dean with a huge belly. It was slightly disturbing...
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Post by |D| e a n s t e r on Dec 9, 2008 19:06:44 GMT -5
He let out a sarcastic laugh as she spoke. "That is hilarious..." He said as he shook his head. He just stared out the windsheild ofr a few moments before taking about drink of his beer. The air was now extremely warm, and Dean was starting to get hot. He reached over and turned it down slightly, not caring if Alex objected or not. He couldn't stand being warm. When she spoke again he just looked over at her with a weird look on his face. He shook his head looked out the windshield and took another drink. "No I won't.. Werew--...." He cut himself off, the can still hovering around his mouth. He let out a sigh and lowered the can. He was going to say, werewolves don't get fat. But she didn't know what he was. Well, one could get fat, but it would just be to much work. For one, it was hard to gain weight. Dean only ate, drank, and slept, and he didn't have an ounce of fat on him. Besides, it would be to much worked shifting and running around when you were fat. It just didn't work.
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Post by ``Mickey. on Dec 9, 2008 19:40:25 GMT -5
She smiled brightly. "Isn't it though?" She asked sarcastically, smiling widely. She watched him intently, watched him turned the heat down. She nearly snapped his wrist when he did that, but it was his car, his baby. She just looked out the window at her side. This car was just in too good of shape. It was like he had a checklist that he used to go through, making sure everything was okay. Then his words hit her, and she nearly snapped her neck as she looked over at him. Was he going to say werewolf? She eyed him through curious. "Are you gonna finish that sentence?" She asked, hoping he would, even though it seemed like he wouldn't. It was pretty obvious that he wouldn't tell her, but she would still try.
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Post by |D| e a n s t e r on Dec 9, 2008 19:48:28 GMT -5
When she first spoke, he just let out a sort of scuff. His gray/green eyes looking straigh ahead still. They traced the tree line before gazing out and around the open feild he had parked in. it seemed like a good spot for a hunter to set up a tree stand and wait for a deer. He smiled to himself. That wasn't going to happen with his car sitting here though. Serves 'em. What kind of game is that when the animal doesn't even have a fighting chance? He shook his head slightly and looked down at his half empty can. And yes, he was one of those half empty type of people. "Do I half to?" He asked, his eyes still glaring at the can in his hands. He lifted it to his mouth and drank some out of it. He didn't want to look at Alex. She would probably have some huge ass puppy dog eyes on and be looking pitiful, wanting him to finish his sentence. He just didn't want to admit what he was. He didn't even like it, well, at times. It was a curse, or a life saving blessing. Why did life have to be so complicated?
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Post by ``Mickey. on Dec 9, 2008 19:59:52 GMT -5
She looked at him when he asked the question. That sure was a dumb question. If she asked that meant she wanted it, right? A loud sigh escaped her lips. She was surprised Dean even asked if he had to, she was pretty sure he would just say no, and that would be it. It was kind of cool to be able to have a say, even if it didn't matter what she had to say. With a light smile she pretended to think about the matter, and with a slight nod she pointed at him. "You told me to finish my sentence, so I think it's only fair." She stated with a curt nod. She didn't want to take no for an answer, and this would only prove it. Alex would not give up until she heard the rest, even if it meant getting all dramatic.
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Post by |D| e a n s t e r on Dec 9, 2008 20:10:46 GMT -5
He furowed his brow and looked at her. "Damnit..." He said and looked back you the windshield. She had a point. He just shook his head. "Ya, you finished you sentence, but don't you remember the horrible awkward silence that lingered there afterwards?" he said, looking back at her. It seemed like a pretty solid point. She seemed to hate silence, and he had a feeling that silence was going to follow right after he finished his sentence. Then again, he could just be over reacting the this whole thing. Maybe she would be one of those people thjat would be okay with it. Phst, like that would ever happen. He had only met one person like that, one, and it was probably because she was a vampire. He sighed again and leaned back in his chair and finished off his beer. he crushed the can in his hand like he had the other, then threw it in the back seat. He then grabbed another and popped it open. He had a feeling he was going to fly through the next few in a jiffy.
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Post by ``Mickey. on Dec 9, 2008 20:23:59 GMT -5
She looked at him through wide eyes. Why did he have to bring that up? Like silence would really be that bad. If it had something to do with werewolves she just had to know. "Something about werewolves I think?" She asked, ignoring the question he had asked. She didn't want to talk about that, didn't want to remember the silence that could overcome. She let out a light sigh, hoping that he would just tell her, just get it over with. "Screw the silence, I want to know." She answered his first question with a wide grin. She would beg, plead, and even latch onto him again to find out what he was hiding. It just sounded like it was important, and now, she just had to know what it was before she exploded.
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Post by |D| e a n s t e r on Dec 9, 2008 20:35:43 GMT -5
Right when she spoke, he twitched. It was just some reflex he had seemed to grow over the years. He blinked a few time before turned and looking at her. He put his can down on the dashboard, his eyes glancing away from her. He stared at the staring wheel for a moment, just think. He felt like a cornered animal. He just sat there, in pure silence. He did, however, let out a scuff when she said to screw the silence. That was a little out of character, or so he thought. His hand raised up and gripped the steeringwheel firmly, causing his knuckled to turn white. "What do you want me to say? The truth? The truth being that I am some sort of animal?" He let out a sigh, and his hands dropped frm the sterring wheel and into his lap. "All cards aside, full on trth.... I'm a full blooded, hand crafted, almost one of a kind, werewolf...."
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