Dean Winchester
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Post by Dean Winchester on Nov 15, 2009 0:00:26 GMT -5
Oh yeah, there was nothing better than a nice, cold beer after a long Hunt. A smooth, dewy bottle clasped between sweaty palms that had known nothing but the rough grip of a gun for hours on end; the droning prattle of conversation and the loud thud of the music staving off rampant paranoia.
Here, at the Silver Bullet- haven for those who didn’t flinch when the shadows stalked the living, but rather stalked them right back- he was as safe as he was ever willing to let himself feel, and content to settle back into the seemingly ‘normal’ atmosphere of a ‘normal’ bar.
…Alright, so there were many a well endowed blond to sate even his dirty little mind, so this wasn’t exactly what one could call normal, and the place was the local escape for some fellow bad asses, but hey, he was happy.
And that was all that counted.
“Can I get another hit down here?” Dean called out, deep voice gruff after years of being misused shouting orders at his younger brother. Sure, he loved the kid, but could the guy move any slower? Jeeze…there he was, standing in front of the biggest, meanest looking ghoulie, and what did he have to do? Scream for Sam to take the thing out. And more than once, for crying out loud.
Duh. It wasn’t brain surgery. Bad Ghostie + Pretty Gun = Problem Solved. College. The place was definitely overrated.
Not to mention that whatever weapon either of them had kept on bouncing out of their hands, every time a KO hit came into view. Man. Talk about a rough day.
Cracking a grin when the bartender slid a cold one down the counter, Dean made a show of tipping his head back and taking a gulp, sighing happily as the cool liquid soothed his parched throat. Another three or four of these puppies, and he’d be nice and relaxed. Maybe he’d even forget about his current problem and a half and be able to enjoy the night.
Then a cute little brunette sauntered passed, looking so much like a certain hunter-ette and he practically inhaled his next chug of beer.
Well. There went THAT idea. Just stick his frikken head in a piñata and have at it, kiddies. Yeesh.
Tossing his head back, he finished off his beer and motioned for the bartender to get him another round. Just one little glance, one little freaking memory, and there it was; the burning pit in his stomach that refused to quell.
‘That one day a few months ago, when he’d made the biggest mistake of his life…’ Man, did that sound corny as all hell. What was he? Stuck in a romance novel? Would he start wearing tight pants and frilly shirts that showed off some chest hair? Hmm, actually, he’d probably look damn good in that, even if it was a bit girly…
But damn, he just couldn’t think of a way to describe his utter nosedive into the deep, dark wells of the ‘freaking stupid.’ He’d wanted to be the hero, to take the high road, to protect the girl…and ended up being a moron instead.
Yay, Fate. Forget that chick Constance being a stone cold bitch; who needed a ghost when a guy had karma?
God, he’d had something good, with a woman whom he didn’t have to hide from…not really, anyway. He didn’t have to pretend that he was Ted Nugent, FBI agent extraordinaire, or just some random schmo off the street who had random questions about a random death. For the first time in a very long time, he’d actually been able to feel something for someone, that wasn’t plain lust or brotherly love- and talk about an ‘ick’ factor with that one; man, how he’d love to track down those DeanxSam weirdoes and introduce his size eight boot to their frikken behinds- and what did he do? Freak out, flip out, go grab some loose, blond ass and flaunt his playboy nature like he was some kind of warped, albeit attractive, Batman-wanna-be.
But he had to protect Jessie, had to make sure that he was safe. And being around him, with all of this Armageddon, End of Days, ‘hey, Michael wants to use me as some kind of funky glove so he can destroy the world!’ crap going down, being close to him was like putting oneself in front of a firing squad. Hell if he was going to let anything happen to her.
…But, HELL if the letting go didn’t hurt. Fuck, man, he was turning into a chick.
“Forget the beer; gimme a bourbon. And make it a double,” The bartender just shrugged, setting out two shot glasses. The amber liquid practically glowed in the dim lighting, and God, he did hope that they promised oblivion.
His night just could not get any worse. No way in Heaven, Hell, or whatever was in between.
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Jessie Coulter ♬
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Post by Jessie Coulter ♬ on Nov 15, 2009 12:54:32 GMT -5
“If you flip the lever like this, your safety goes off automatically and you can fire faster and more accurately.”
From her spot beside the work bench, Jessie Coulter observed as Curse Jordan imitated the actions and then handed her newly altered glock back to her. Palming it, she felt the easier feel of it in her hand and smiled.
“Thanks, Curse. Like I said.. Its been feeling a bit off lately and seemed to be firing just a millisecond later than normal. Dad normally does this sort of thing for me but… Well, you know how it is.”
Watching her, the sandy haired hunter nodded and then picked up a tray of new bullets he’d been working on. They were something that the military didn’t even have knowledge of but he thought that they might actual help hunters bring down their prey.
“Here are some new shells I’ve been meaning to have you guys try out in the field. I haven’t had a chance yet but the more test runs we have with them, the better our chances of knowing whether they will work. Half of these are filled with mercury and liquid silver while the other half is filled with dead man’s blood. The objective is to fire them into a were or vampire’s heart and the impact will cause the bullet to explode, releasing the poison quickly into their system. They are lighter weight than the others I’ve tested so we’ll just have to see if they work.”
Nodding, Jessie took the ammo and put it in her pack on the work bench.
“I’ll let you know how it goes. Thanks again for everything. Tell Jo and the babies hello for me, would you? I’ll stop by soon to see your wife and nab some of those yummy cookies that always seem to be around your place.”
Laughing good naturedly, the hunter shook his head.
“Jess, you know your always welcome at our place but if you eat my cookies, I’m going to have to draw a line!”
Then, letting his gaze grow serious, he frowned.
“Be careful out there, Coulter, you hear me? We don’t need to hear about anyone else in a body bag.”
Avoiding his gaze, Jess nodded. She knew he meant well but she wished everyone would just butt out. It was her life and she was living it the only way she could. What else was she suppose to do? Sit on her butt and cry over sappy love stories while feeling sorry for herself? Sorry, not going to happen. Jessica Coulter didn’t allow any man to get the better of her. Not even if he had a sexy body and made her heart skip a beat with an easy that was uncanny. From what she’d seen, he evidently did that with a lot of women.
Sighing, Jessie brushed a lock of hair from her eyes before bitting her bottom lip. With Trey settled happily with Shane and her father drowning his sorrows in a bottle, there didn’t seem much else to do but hunt the things that went bump in the night. Her own shots at romance seemed to have missed by a mile so it was much easier just to shoot some evil son of a bitchs than think on everything that had went wrong. Especially since she wasn’t exactly certain what had gone wrong. She had thought everything was fine right up until she’d caught the man she’d come to care about playing sucky face with a well endowed blond with a bad hair dye job. In that moment, she’d been hard pressed not to shot him on site and snatch the fake boobed hussy bald.
Shaking herself from the memories, the huntress sent Curse a brilliant smile before hiking her bag high on one shoulder.
“No worries, Curse. I’ll be careful. Give me a ring if you have anything else you want tested!” she returned instead, turning from the man and heading for the stairs leading up to the bar . “Thanks again!”
Reaching the upstairs, Jessie unlocked the door and then stepped through into the kitchen of the Silver Bullet. Twisting the knob again, she heard it relock as it closed and then smiled at the cook who was slaving over some cheeseburgers and fries.
“Hey Doug! You making one of those for me?” she called out, teasing the man.
“If you want one, Coulter.”
Grinning, the pretty brunette nodding.
“Yeah.. I’ll take one before heading out. I could use a decent meal and those smell good.”
“I’ll have it right out in a bit.”
Giving him a wave, Jessie headed out into the main bar area with her back pack tucked up on her shoulder. Since the door opened up behind the bar counter, she nodded at the bartender and then snagged a beer out of the cooler before waving some money at him and placing it on the register.
Not really paying attention to anything or anyone else in the bar, she edged out from behind the bar and then was about to head to a corner table when something caused her to glance upwards and her eyes settled on a face that made her want to shout with joy and scream in anger all at the same time.
For a moment, she froze in her tracks and could only look at him in stunned silence before a cool expression slid over her features. Careful to keep all emotion off her face, she nodded at the man before saying.
“Hello Dean….. Didn’t imagine ever seeing you here. What brings you to New Orleans?”
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Dean Winchester
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On the Highway to Hell!
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Post by Dean Winchester on Nov 15, 2009 22:40:17 GMT -5
So there he was, the big, bad hunter, being a chick and knocking back shots so fast, he could practically feel his tomorrow-morning-self smacking him upside the head. But hell, the impending hangover was definitely worse sitting there, sulking like some kind of teenager on a binge. Yet, did that stop him from emptying a quarter of Jack before the bartender could storm off in a huff and leave the bottle by his hand?
Nah, ‘course not. If anything, it was kind of funny to see a grown man run away, even if it was to the other end of the bar.
Tipping back his head, Dean emptied another shot with a satisfied sigh. There just wasn’t anything like the burn of some aged liquor to make a guy stop thinking straight. Hell, a few more rounds of this, and he’d stop thinking period, which was always a welcome thing when he got in moods like this.
Where he started thinking about how stupid he was. About how he’d been afraid, hidden behind what-if’s, pushed away a girl who really didn’t give a crap about what an ass he was…
Aw, hell. He needed another shot.
Down went the liquor and the glass thudded on the countertop with a finality that had a firm look slide onto his face. What the hell was the point of looking back on the past? Nothing. No point in it at all, other than to give himself an ulcer and possibly send him into Soap Opera Land. He’d just take another shot, maybe grab a burger, head on back to his motel room to get some sleep…
Oh, yeah, and run into said ex who was currently making any semblance of a normal thought process the epitome of winning the frikken lottery.
And cue choking on his shot. Man, hello again, Miss Fate. Freaking biotch.
Thumping a fist on his chest, Dean did his best to reply through a lung full of burning bourbon, but hell, even he wasn’t that good. Holding up a finger, he turned his head to cough. Absently, he couldn’t help but wonder, if he was actually choking to death, if Jessie would be in the mindset to help him, or point and laugh. Then, remembering how they’d parted ways, he’d put bets on the latter. Well. At least she hadn’t shot him yet.
“Okay, that hasn’t happened in a while,” Came the raspy reply as he finally filled his lungs with air, instead of cheap bourbon. “Uh…hey, Jessie. Been a while, huh?”
Oh, yeah, that was a great way to talk to the current obsession of all of his awakening thoughts…and freaking wonderful, even his subconscious was starting to think like a chick. ‘Obsession?’ Alright, game plan time. He had to go with casual; it’d be a sure thing to play nice and leave him with a spot to hightail it out of there as quickly as he could.
Before she really did shoot him. Damn, she probably came from the back room, which meant that she was armed. Wonderful.
“Oh, you know…going where the jobs are,” Clearing his throat, Dean leaned sideways on the bar, a friendly smile on his face. He looked at her as one seeing a long lost friend…ha, yeah, if a ‘long lost friend’ was someone he was really tempted to snatch forward and kiss the daylights out of while apologizing until he died from lack of air. Crap, wait, no. He was being casual. Not soap opera. Casual.
“Sam’s here too,” He went on, one finger sliding around the edge of his shot glass. “We’re lookin’ into some…things around here. Why’re you in town? You chasing something too?”
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Post by Jessie Coulter ♬ on Nov 16, 2009 19:17:51 GMT -5
Well, well. Hadn't her night just went to hell in a handbasket? If she got any luckier, she walk right out that door and smack into her very own grim reaper. Oh the joy of it! Of all the men in the world and the places to be, she just happened to run into the very man who'd chewed her heart up and spit it out like it was nothing and in a place she'd been fairly sure he'd never show up! Maybe instead of giving in to the impulse to shoot him she should just shoot herself! Never mind that a decidedly other half of herself was dieing to do bad things to him in a completely different manner.
“Okay, that hasn’t happened in a while,” Came the raspy reply as he finally filled his lungs with air, instead of cheap bourbon. “Uh…hey, Jessie. Been a while, huh?”
"Not nearly long enough..." the huntress muttered back under her breath as she gazed at him a long moment and then rolled her eyes. He obviously hadnt changed in the last year if he was still haunting bars and eying women. Never mind that that was how she'd actually meet him. "Yeah... a year to be exact.... and to think that they say absence makes the heart grow fonder...."
“We’re lookin’ into some…things around here. Why’re you in town? You chasing something too?”
Shifting her stance, the pretty young brunette glanced down the bar and the set her bag on the counter. Twisting the top of her longneck, she took a drink as she eyed her old flame. While doing so, she began to see new signs of strain that hadn't been there before and a flicker of concern filled her even as she fought to tamp it back.
"Something like that. My twin has settled here and my best friend allows me to crash at her place. There's been some vampire activity recently that we just took care of and we've got a were infestation."
Shrugging a bit, she continued.
"How bout you? Rumor has it you and Sam are on the run from a pretty nasty individual or two. You guys doing OK? When I talked to Bobby awhile back, he said alot of crap was going down and you'd gone into hiding."
Leaning on the bar, Jessie observed him until Joe came out with her cheeseburger and fries. Smiling at the other man, she inhaled the smell and smiled cheerfully.
"OH MAN!! THAT SMELLS AWESOME JOE!!! I OWE YOU ONE!"
Then, plucking a fry from the basket, she popped it in her mouth and then gave a small moan in delight. These things were to die for! Licking the salt from her fingers, she turned her brilliant gaze on Dean and arched a brow.
"WHAT???"
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Post by Dean Winchester on Nov 16, 2009 23:11:48 GMT -5
Okay, so, the casual thing was going pretty well. Jessie had actually talked to him without pulling out a gun and shoving it down his throat. He could work with this. Definitely.
…And then Jessie had to go and be mean. Man, and he was doing so good, playing nice and not hightailing it for the door. Then again, he really did deserve the tongue lashing.
Downing another shot, Dean forced another grin and shrugged. “They also say that ‘an apple a day keeps a doctor away,’ but pesticides will kill ya. Can’t trust those sayings, I guess.”
Ah, but he couldn’t help but feel a sense of longing when she started talking about vamps and were’s. Man, he could just remember those simpler days…alright, so maybe ‘simple’ wasn’t exactly a good word for it, but hell, anything that didn’t involve Hell, Armageddon and annoying ass angels was a freaking gift. When the hardest challenge he had to face was making sure a skinwalker didn’t walk his face into a full country manhunt, or a ghost didn’t shove his head through a wall.
Then again, those days had also come with daily ulcers about his brother, various demons being naughty and his father’s death hanging over his head. God, his life really did suck the big one.
Well, that is, when he wasn’t around Jessie. And…crap, there he went again. What the hell was with this lady and making him go all soft? He was turning into as big a boob as Sam, when he was around Sammie. Then again, not anymore, right? He was all on his own again; free and untied as ever.
Oh, whoop-de-freaking-do. He needed a beer.
“Ah, Trey’s in town too? That’s…cool. At least you won’t be goin’ after those things alone,” Note to self, keep an eye out for an angry Coulter. As if he didn’t have enough of a happy time growing eyeballs on his butt. “But, hey, if you need a hand, you know you could always give us a call. A pack’s easier to take down when there’s more than one Hunter around…”
And just as the words left his mouth, Dean knew he was going to regret them. First off, he was well aware of the fact that he should be burning rubber as far away from the Bullet as possible. Not to mention that he kind of had a few things that were a bit more important than a few upstart were’s. But there he was, offering some time that he really didn’t have.
Damn, if he wasn’t tempted to just tell her what was going down and ask for some help. Yeah, good chance he’d get laughed in the face. Maybe he’d go ask Sam to talk to Jessie, if things turned out they needed some help from the locals.
In reply to Jessie’s question, he shrugged, smile turning a bit strained as he flagged the bartender for a beer. “Yeah…something like that. Lots of crap’s going down and, as usual, it’s hovering over our heads. But it’s nothin’ we can’t handle.” Yep, with an army, some nukes and a freaking miracle. Who knew that finding one little ring could be so hard? Rolling tense shoulders, he tried his best to keep that semblance of calm.
Glancing over at Joe as the man shuffled forward and delivered his fellow Hunter her food, he couldn’t help but lean forward and snag a fry when her attention was directed elsewhere. Mmm, just taste that salty goodness.
…And then, with one little moan and a simple finger lick, Dean found himself practically grabbing his beer from the bartender and downing half in one gulp. Alright, definitely time to leave.
Sliding off of his barstool- whoa, hello, ground control, we’re having problems with the stabilizers- he slapped down a few bills and turned to grin back at Jessie. “Well, it was great to see you again, but I gotta get back and get some sleep. Uh…hope to see you around,” Not…aw, hell, who was he kidding? Yeah he did. “I’ll tell Sam that you said hi. And…yeah. It was…good to see you, Jess. You’re looking good.”
More than good. Crap, definitely time to go.
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Hunter The YOUNGER Coulter twin who's hell on wheels. She's feisty and she's beautiful, but beware boys: she's got a devilish Winchester hot on her heels, and he's not taking 'no' for an answer!
Shes a rebel, shes a saint. Shes the salt of the earth and she is dangerous!
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Post by Jessie Coulter ♬ on Nov 17, 2009 13:15:13 GMT -5
Hearing his comment about her brother, Jessie cast a glance at him and rolled her eyes. He outta know her better than that. She didn't need any help kicking a little evil ass but if it made him more comfortable to think that... Who was she to burst his happy little bubble? After all, it wasn't like he needed to know all the details about how empty her life truly was, right?
From the corner of her eye, she saw him snatch a fry but didn't say anything. It actually brought back some memories she just assume keep tucked away. Memories of a time when they would play at stealing each others food and then sharing companionable moments that made world a bit easier to deal with.
Giving herself a hard mental shake, the brunette pulled herself back to the moment and watched as Dean suddenly stood up and tossed down some bills on the counter. His intentions were obvious even before he turned in her direction and gave her his standard smirky grin.
“Well, it was great to see you again, but I gotta get back and get some sleep. Uh…hope to see you around,” Not…aw, hell, who was he kidding? Yeah he did. “I’ll tell Sam that you said hi. And…yeah. It was…good to see you, Jess. You’re looking good.”
Ok, a months of being apart and all he could do was high tail it out the door? Jessie couldn't believe how much hurt that one caused her. For a moment, she just stared at him with an expression that did nothing to hide her thoughts. She had no idea what an open book she was to those who knew her and emotions flickered like the tide through her glimmering eyes.
Honestly, she'd thought she'd moved passed it but evidently she hadn't. Really, it just figured though didn't it? What had made her think think this meeting would go down any differently? He'd made his feelings known quiet clearly the night she'd found that floozied bimbo attached to him like a barnicale on a ship. Her reactions had been so dulled by hurt that night that she'd been unable to do anything but stare at him in betrayed shock. He'd told her flat out that he didn't want her so why was it any suprise he could turn around and walk out of this bar like it was no skin off his back?
Suddenly, anger like she'd never felt before gripped her. Before she knew what she was doing she spun on her stool and leveled him with a glare so fierce, it would have put a weaker man in the grave. She'd had alot of time to think about that night in the last year and the conclusions she had come to made her tone hiss as she threw a french fry directly at his chest.
"Yeah..... Thats right, Winchester... Go ahead... Run away..... Thats what your good at right? Heaven forbid you actually have to step up to your own actions and FEEL something, right?" she drawled out curtly as she blazed at him. "Go on... Get out of here.... Your obviously are still intent on playing the martyr and you haven't learned a damned thing over the last year..... When are you going to wake up and realize that in order to have a life worth saving.. You have to live a little first?"
Jumping to her own feet, the brunette grabbed her bag and tossed it over her shoulder. Trying to hide the tears she felt blurring her vision, she pushed past him.
"Never mind... Stay and have your beer.. I"m outta here." she growled out before heading to the door and out into hte night. Her Challenger was parked around the side and all she could think about was reaching it before she totally lost it.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Nov 17, 2009 22:06:23 GMT -5
Yep, this was exactly what he should be doing. He should be paying the bartender before Curse kicked down his door and kicked his ass. He should be planning some place to grab a bite of food before he passed out. And, most importantly of all, he should be leaving, before he did something stupid.
…Alright, scratch that. It seems as if he already did.
Blinking in surprise as the hunter practically exploded in his face, Dean took an instinctual step back. Sure, he’d faced all kinds of nasties over the years who were much more scary looking than a little girl like Jessie…but hell if any of them didn’t scare him as much as she did.
And in more ways than one.
As the French fry hit his chest, half of his brain couldn’t help but think that it was a poor waste of food, while the other scurried to process her words. She thought…Jesus! She thought that he was running away because he WANTED to? That he’d wanted to feel anyone else’s hands on his chest, taste anyone else’s lips, smell anyone else’s sweet scent…but hers?
And for all that was holy, as if that wasn’t enough. She thought he was scared! HA. Dean Winchester? Scared?
The only frikken thing he was frikken scared about, was seeing her hurt because of the life he was living. Did that make him someone to throw perfectly good French fries at? NO! So, it was perfectly reasonable, in his mind, at least, why he made an about face and stormed out of the bar after her.
Never mind that the woman was probably packing enough heat to burn the entire city down, and the fact that his face was probably tacked to a bunch of targets on some random range. Or, happy ha-ha’s, that she had contacts around the bar who would smell a fight coming and go round up her family for a nice little reunion. Yeah, never mind. ‘Cause now wasn’t the time for rational thinking.
Shoving the door open so hard, the grass cracked- oh, Curse was gonna SO kick his ass later- Dean practically surged out after her. He didn’t pay any attention to the suffocating shadows of the street around him, as he normally would; focus completely narrowed on the huntress making a beeline for her car.
Grabbing hold of her arm- and praying that he wasn’t going to be having his happy parts introduced to her knee- he jerked her to a halt, spinning her around so they were face-to-face. His own was pulled down into a severe scowl and eyes practically spitting anger. Whatever boyish good looks had gotten him through life were gone now, replaced by a anger, guilt and the need for her to understand.
“You have no idea what you’re talking about, Jessie,” He growled, eyes locked on hers. “You think I don’t feel? Well, babe, lemme clue you in on this one; I feel too damn much. There are things going down that you have no idea about, and you…you’re a liability that I can’t afford. When you’re around me, all I can think of is keeping you safe, ‘cause if you got hurt…hell, Jessie, how’s a dead man supposed to live, huh? ‘Cause that’s what I am, in the end! If not somebody’s warped glove to save the world, I’m the goddamn guy who’s gonna bring it down, and go down with it!”
Letting her go, he threw up his hands and took a step back, shaking his head as a sardonic expression crossed onto his face. “I don’t even know why I’m tryin’ to defend myself. It’s better if you end up hating me, anyway, in the long run. Just go. Be careful with those were’s.”
Yeah, as if she’d let him off that easy. He knew right about when he’d started his little tirade that he’d be getting knocked upside the head with something, but hell if he could stop himself from saying them. He needed her to understand why he’d left; why he’d pushed her away. She didn’t have to like it, or agree with it. She just had to…
Hell, she just had to stay alive. And her dealing with naughty shifters and Dracula-wanna-be’s were much better than going into the FUBAR crap that he and Sam were dealing with.
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Hunter The YOUNGER Coulter twin who's hell on wheels. She's feisty and she's beautiful, but beware boys: she's got a devilish Winchester hot on her heels, and he's not taking 'no' for an answer!
Shes a rebel, shes a saint. Shes the salt of the earth and she is dangerous!
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Post by Jessie Coulter ♬ on Nov 18, 2009 13:01:08 GMT -5
So lost in her own mental upheaval, Jessie didn’t hear the angry footsteps behind her until a hand shot out to spin her around. As she moved, her bag dropped to the ground and she would have fallen if it hadn’t been for Deans firm, almost harsh grip on her arms. Stormy grey eyes stared into angry green ones and suddenly words were flying like bullets from a gun.
“You have no idea what you’re talking about, Jessie,” He growled, eyes locked on hers. “You think I don’t feel? Well, babe, lemme clue you in on this one; I feel too damn much. There are things going down that you have no idea about, and you…you’re a liability that I can’t afford. When you’re around me, all I can think of is keeping you safe, ‘cause if you got hurt…hell, Jessie, how’s a dead man supposed to live, huh? ‘Cause that’s what I am, in the end! If not somebody’s warped glove to save the world, I’m the goddamn guy who’s gonna bring it down, and go down with it!”
Stunned and confused, the brunette beauty could only stand there and take the abuse Dean heaped on her. Her first impulse was to lash back out and tell him to go to hell but he’d already been there, done that, got the t-shirt right? Then, her sense of fair play set in and she forced herself to sort through the words he fairly spat at her. As her mind computed, it caught on the “If you were hurt..” phrase and wouldn’t let go. Maybe, just maybe, she had been wrong about all this and he was battling the same thing she was. That thought, though, just succeeded in pissing her off all over.
Letting her go, he threw up his hands and took a step back, shaking his head as a sardonic expression crossed onto his face. “I don’t even know why I’m tryin’ to defend myself. It’s better if you end up hating me, anyway, in the long run. Just go. Be careful with those were’s.”
As he seemed to gather himself and tried to push her away once more, Jessie stepped right into his space. She wasn’t about to let him off that easy and it was about damned time they had this confrontation. She had things to say and she wasn’t one to walk away from a fight. He could hear her out or he could get a good solid kick in the pants before she FORCED him to listen. If there was one thing she was certain of, he’d never lay a hand on her to defend himself and she’d hog tie him before she let his slink away.
“What part of “World going to hell” don’t you think I understand, Dean? You think I don’t know about the Apocolypse? About Armegeddon breaking out because your brother unknowingly broke the final seal? You think I haven’t been confronting demons and breaking out barrels of holy water in order to help try and find an answer? I got news for you, buddy!” she snarled, poking him in the chest. “I’m no ones little Barbie Doll and unless we all fight this battle… There is no hope for ANYONE. I will not give up or back down just because gloom and doom hovers over our shoulders and I won’t run and hide in some safe little corner in order to make you or anyone else feel better. Whether at your side or not.. I’m going to fight and I’m going to kick as many evil asses as I can before I meet my maker.”
Taking a deep, ragged breath, the huntress didn’t even realize she was toe to toe with him as she pushed up on her tiptoes and continued to practically shout at him.
“So don’t you DARE pull that “I want to protect you” bull crap on me, Winchester, because the way I see it… We are all going to die at some point and I sure as hell would rather it be for something I cherish than in a pit of loneliness without ever having felt anything that makes living WORTH doing. If that’s the way you want to go.. then fine.. … but I’m not going to… Every breath, every moment I have is going to be spent making sure I don’t waste the little time I have on this earth…. ”
Then, as if running out of steam, she stepped back and tried to give him a smile that she figured ended up more as a grimace. With a delicate shrug of her shoulders, she crossed her arms in front of her and shook her head. In a hollow voice, she let go of her anger and tried for reason.
“ As far as defending yourself… I guess your right.. You really don’t owe me anything. You never made any promises and I was a fool to think anything more of it than what it was, right? After all, it wasn’t as if I didn’t know the score… and as you can see… It didn’t kill me. I’m still alive and kicking…. I would never want to be anyone’s weakness and I sure as hell wouldn’t want to be the reason you held back from doing whatever it is you need to do…. I had just thought…hoped… it meant a bit more to you than it did I guess...”
Turning away, she leaned down and picked up her bag before tossing it inside the car. Hesitating a moment, she spun on her heel and meet his gaze levelly.
"And as far as a dead man.... You look pretty alive to me... I would have taken anything you could have given and never asked for anything more... I wouldn't have cared if the hordes of heaven and hell were on your ass as long as you had just trusted me enough to let me make my own decisions.... I was born and raised in this life as much if not more than you were, Dean.... I knew the cards when I dealt in and I would have stayed by your side through it all if you had let me."
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Post by Dean Winchester on Nov 18, 2009 22:14:31 GMT -5
For a minute, as Jessie spoke, poked him in the chest- OW…resisting the urge to rub the sore spot, here- and proceeded to wail on a plan that, at the time, had been sound in his head, all Dean could do was stare.
And maybe bite back a laugh as he tried to picture a Jessie Barbie Doll. Jay-sus, now there was an image that he could hold onto late at night. Jessie Coulter, with a spray tan, pale blond hair and an insane smile on her face. Not to mention a great body…but hell, she already had that one going for her anyway.
Damn. There she had to go, making some random reference to a child’s toy, and all the anger he’d felt just moments before poofed into thin air… To be instantly replaced by the insane urge to kiss her. Or strangle her; the jury was still out with that one.
All in all, as he struggled to process her words, the Hunter couldn’t help but wonder how things had gotten so far down this road. They’d been happy once; that much he was sure about. There had been moments during this shitty little life of his, where he’d actually felt as if his ‘work’ wasn’t falling on deaf ears, as if he’d had something…bigger to fight for. Something that meant more to him than saving a world full of people who he didn’t know, and, truthfully, didn’t really care two farts about. Then, he’d woken up, been slapped in the face with Armageddon…and decided all those moments were too valuable to put on the line. Why couldn’t she understand that?
But damn, he hadn’t really thought about the fact that she might be fighting along with him; if not directly at his side, then down the front line. He’d known of the Coulters for a long time, knew that they were Hunters and, hell, knew that Jessie was one of their ranks. But…holy hell, she was fending off demons, the same as him.
Then again, was she really being courted by psychotic angels, while supporting the knowledge that HE was the reason why the seals were even broken in the first place? And was she trying to wrap her mind around the fact that, if a certain renegade Bad Ass wasn’t killed and/or shoved down his hidey hole, he’d have to go to war against his own brother? Hell no! Yet there she was, telling him that she understood! That she could hold her own against the evil that he faced!
…And the worst of it all? He fucking wanted to believe her. Talk about digging a hole for himself.
Before his common sense could start screaming at him, Dean found himself moving forward again, fingers wrapping around her arm. Instead of yanking her forward, as he had before, he simply held on, thumb absently brushing along slightly reddened skin.
“God, but I want to strangle you right now,” He said, looking down at her with a mixture of irritation and something indiscernible on his face. “Because you just. Don’t. Get it. Do you realize that exorcising a few demons while the world goes to Hell- LITERALLY- is nothing compared to the crap that’s gonna be coming down? Sam and me…we’re targets, and anyone around us is prime bulls eye material. Hell, Jessie, I went to Hell for Sam, and he’d do the same for me, and God knows what I’d do if you were ever in a bad way…but that was before Pop Goes the Lucifer. Now…now, there’s just too much at stake, to let myself feel anything.”
A tired sigh escaped him as he looked down at his hand, then to the car behind her. His brain was a muddle of hazy drunkenness, regret and anger, and hell if it wasn’t hard to put what he was feeling into words. And, dammit, there went that word again; ‘feeling.’ He felt like he was stuck in some bad chick flick with the remote MIA.
But hey, this was his chick flick, wasn’t it? So it really wasn’t too much of a surprise when he took a step closer, closing the space between them. He moved slowly, carefully, eyes on her face, as if waiting for a blow.
“But hell if I don’t want to trust you,” His free hand, loose at his side, clenched momentarily into a fist before he forced it to relax. “Hell if I don’t want to have you at my side, like you were before…annoying the hell outta me, stealing my food and whining about my choice in music.”
Slowly, he let his finger trail along the side of her cheek, a ghost of a smile pulling at his lips. “Not to mention tryin’ to steal the car keys. God, you don’t know how much I miss all of that. I want you back, Jessie…so bad, I’d let the world burn. But I can’t. Too much rides on us.”
His smile turned cynical, and his common sense told him that this is where he should pull away, to make his point- even though he was the only Winchester who thought like that, Sam having Sammie- but there he stood, holding onto her like a drunk drowning man. He wasn’t much for tender words, and hell, these were practically being torn out of his chest. Touchy-feely? Ten foot pole and a ten mile pit, please. Thanks so much.
No, what he was good at was the physical. The don’t need words, don’t need to ‘share your feelings’ kind of shows that said everything that needed to be said. So, jaw clenching, he pulled her closer and growled. “But I can’t keep away from you, either. Guess we’re both screwed up, huh?”
And with that, he tipped her head up and kissed her; slow, gentle, almost fleeting. He was expecting her to push him back, knowing that he should be hoping for it. But damn, right then, he really was alright with his boots crunching cinders instead of pavement.
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Post by Jessie Coulter ♬ on Nov 19, 2009 12:56:22 GMT -5
With her heart breaking for what seemed like the millionth time, Jessie watched the emotions flicker over Deans face and fought against the tide of tears that stung her eyes. She knew he hated when she cried and she honestly didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’d made her do it yet again. She’d sworn that night was the last night she’d ever shed a tear over his dumb ass but here she was… Fighting back a flood. Yeah, talk about a moment straight out of hell. Maybe this was just some sort of new torture the baddies had thought up to torment them.
Glancing away, the huntress struggled to bring herself under control before squaring her shoulders again and looking back at him. Just then, all the anger seemed to leave him and he stepped towards her almost as if drawn by an invisible cord. Stiffening a bit, the young woman opened her mouth only to have him cut over whatever she’d been about to say with a trace of humor that seemed to belie the tension of the moment. He was obviously still frustrated but hell.. so was she… Alls fair in love and war, right?
“God, but I want to strangle you right now,” He said, looking down at her with a mixture of irritation and something indiscernible on his face. “Because you just. Don’t. Get it. Do you realize that exorcising a few demons while the world goes to Hell- LITERALLY- is nothing compared to the crap that’s gonna be coming down? Sam and me…we’re targets, and anyone around us is prime bulls eye material. Hell, Jessie, I went to Hell for Sam, and he’d do the same for me, and God knows what I’d do if you were ever in a bad way…but that was before Pop Goes the Lucifer. Now…now, there’s just too much at stake, to let myself feel anything.”
Searching his features, Jessie realized he truly believed in everything he was saying. In a twisted, manly sort of logic, he truly thought that he was protecting them both and that was the final straw that broke the camels back. The gentle touch he held her with did little to sooth the sting of her pain and it was all she could do to stay completely still as he moved in close.
“But hell if I don’t want to trust you,” His free hand, loose at his side, clenched momentarily into a fist before he forced it to relax. “Hell if I don’t want to have you at my side, like you were before…annoying the hell outta me, stealing my food and whining about my choice in music.”
Those sweet words. They were everything she’d been longing to hear but hadn’t dared hope for. The affirmation that she hadn’t been the only one who treasured those moments stolen in the eve of a brewing storm. That all those nights spent in heated bliss weren’t just another way to pass time to him. Giving a small sigh with breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, Jessie lifted her gaze to his.
Slowly, he let his finger trail along the side of her cheek, a ghost of a smile pulling at his lips. “Not to mention tryin’ to steal the car keys. God, you don’t know how much I miss all of that. I want you back, Jessie…so bad, I’d let the world burn. But I can’t. Too much rides on us.”
Struggling to understand, Jessie tilted her face into his touch and closed her eyes. Some part of her could see his logic but that didn’t make it any easier. It had always been her belief that love and trust made one stronger and his willingness to shut her out completely instead of letting her HELP him hurt. Not having any idea what else she could say when he seemed so set on his course, she opened her eyes and stared up at him just as he seemed to come to some decision and stepped forward to pin her against his body and the car.
“But I can’t keep away from you, either. Guess we’re both screwed up, huh?”
Well, hell. Wasn’t it just like him to take all the steam out of her engine with a kiss that brought her closer to the heaven than all the stars in the sky. Forgot toe curling kisses, this man made everything shiver. Chick flick moment, oh yeah, here she came! About damned time she got one of her own after being to forced to watch WAY to many of them in real life recently. All that lovey dovey crap from her brother and best friend had almost given her hives.
Then, suddenly, all thought left her brain and her knees turned to mush. “ Oh Yeah, baby! Give it to me good!” rang a bell somewhere deep in her middle but was quickly forgotten. It was only by the grace of whatever God was out there that she managed not to melt into a puddle at his feet. Sagging back on to the car, she reached up and pulled him closer as she meet his lips with pent up attraction. Oh Damn, that felt way to damned good. Now why was it that she couldn’t have this reaction for any other guy? Yeah, he’d definitely ruined her for anyone else. No one else could make her tingle from the tips of her steal toed boots to the top of her messy ponytail. Damn him anyways!
Pulling back finally with a gasp, Jessie realized she was hanging on to him for dear life and let go as if he’d burned her. Her gaze widened and she touched her lips briefly before inhaling audiblely. Shaken to her core, she couldn’t figure out if she wanted to smack him or kiss him silly again. Didn’t that just figure? Talk about taking the wind right out of her sails!
“Son of a bitch..” she hissed before grabbing his shirt front and yanking him to her to press a heated kiss on his lips once more. “I swear we are two gluttons who are just asking for punishment! We are REALLY screwed up in the head for doing this..”
Wrapping her arms about his neck , she inhaled his scent before groaning and trying to climb under his skin. Yeah, from somewhere nearby, her common sense told her they were in the middle of a bar parking lot but another part was very afraid that if she let him go, she’d wake up to find this all some sort of twisted nightmare. If she let go of him, he’d turn and walk away leaving her desolate once again. Half of her hated him as fiercely as she loved him but it didn’t seem to effect the hold he had over her.
“Damn you Winchester…” she muttered against his lips before pulling away to gaze up into his eyes.
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On the Highway to Hell!
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Post by Dean Winchester on Nov 20, 2009 0:30:12 GMT -5
In the back of his head, Dean wondered if he should have run to some alley somewhere and put on a cup before trying this. Was it a good idea to lip lock with an angry ex? Or, hell, to argue against everything she’d just said, with the conviction that his hurting her was a good idea?
HELL NO. So, there he was, kissing her with half his body tensed, waiting for some kind of blow. A knee to the nuts, a smack to his face, a punch to the gut…
God, talk about a welcome surprise when she kissed him back, tugging him forward so that he trapped her against the Charger behind her. And sweet mother, talk about getting a taste of Heaven.
With a groan, he released her arm in favor of sliding his around the small of her back, anchoring her to his front. His free hand came up to cup her cheek as he deepened the kiss, all muscles instantly relaxing. This was exactly where he was supposed to be; right there, in the circle of her arms, the smell of exhaust, gun oil and Jessie making him dizzy.
All of the reasons he’d given her for staying away, for hurting her like he did…they made sense; he knew they did. He had to protect her from the war, from Lucifer and angels, from HIMSELF. He couldn’t say why, couldn’t think of that disgustingly emotional reason, but all of it was important. He had to stay away from her, or she’d be hurt…hell, maybe even die. He wasn’t expecting to make it out alive, after the shit hit the fan, and he just cared about this one too much to watch her follow him down to Hell.
She was too beautiful, too annoying, too vibrant to die alongside his sorry ass. And yet, there she was, telling him that if he let her, she’d fight right alongside him, screw the consequences. Hell if that didn’t make something unmentionable twinge in his chest. Man, he did hate this chick flick crap. If he felt like he was about to start crying, he was going to go shove his head under the Charger’s hood, and make the damn thing into a pancake.
…Then again, as Jessie started talking, slid those arms around his neck to bring him closer? Hell yeah, he was ready to start crying out of pure, unadulterated bliss.
“Already damned, baby,” He muttered against her lips, his own curling up in the semblance of a smile. There were so many things he should do; he should leave, he should stop this…but hell if he’d ever done a smart thing in his life.
For a few minutes, he just let himself feel. He held her securely against him, as if expecting her to break away, even though he was the one who ended the kiss. Leaning his forehead against hers, he took a deep breath, feeling as if all the air in the city had been sucked out.
“We’re masochists,” He said with a breathless little laugh. “It comes with the job. But…hell, Jessie, I want so much to ask you to come back to the motel with me. I want to see you again…even if it’s a bad idea.”
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Post by Jessie Coulter ♬ on Nov 20, 2009 12:17:35 GMT -5
“Already damned, baby,”
Sighing in appreciation, Jess snuggled her body up hard to his and then returned huskily.
"Lets go out with a bang then, babe"
For long minutes, the young woman was able to ignore just how wrong this was and how much deeper she was digging her own grave. What harm could a little kissing do anyways, right? Yeah, said the spider to the fly. Groaning as Dean pulled back, Jessie looked up at him bemusedly and knew she was probably wearing an expression close to one a crack junkie wore after getting a good high. For a moment, she couldn't even focus on anything but the wanting flooding her veins. When he leaned his forehead against hers, she kind of got the feeling he was struggling under the same emotion. Gimme a HELL, Gimme a YEAH! Who's up for round two? said her subconcious as it purred like a cat who'd just recieved a good scratch.
“We’re masochists,” He said with a breathless little laugh. “It comes with the job. But…hell, Jessie, I want so much to ask you to come back to the motel with me. I want to see you again…even if it’s a bad idea.”
Swallowing hard, the huntress stared up into those eyes that made her want to scream "Take me baby! I'm all yours" and fought the impulse to do just that. Reaching up, she cupped his face gently with her palm and tried to smile with something besides the heartbreak she was sure she was going to feel.
"As much as I crave to say yes, Dean... Us going back to whatever little hole in the wall hotel your staying in and jumping each others bones.... Its not really the wisest idea... Just because we can't keep our hands off each other.... Well, it doesn't really solve anything does it? Your still you and I'm still me...." she whispered, sure that it was going to kill her. "There is nothing in this world I want more than to be with you and be a part of your life... But I can't do this by half measures... Life is to damned short and I want it all or nothing.... I can't take another night like that one where I find my whole world ripped out from under me... I don't want to live in regrets for things I should have said or should have done and didn't.... I wanna be with someone whos willing to take the risk and know that at least we can say we tried before we die.... "
Leaning up on tiptoes, she kissed him softly before pulling away and reaching to open the challenger door. Stopping briefly, she eyed him with tearfully before saying.
"My cell number is still the same.... If you change your mind and decide maybe its worth taking a chance.... Call me."
Then, sliding into the drivers side, she flipped the ignition and cried as she threw the car into gear and got the hell out of dodge.
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