Dean Winchester
*Hunter*
Super hunter with the devil's own charm. Watch out though because this Winchester is protected by Jessie's Smith and Wesson!
On the Highway to Hell!
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Post by Dean Winchester on Jul 5, 2011 20:01:36 GMT -5
Why was it that every time a man wanted to just relax and have a nice, cold beer, the city idiot had to show up?
"You looked at me funny, friend." The drunk slurred, poking a meaty finger into his shoulder. "Waz your problem? Cat gawt your tongue?"
Seriously now. He'd had a long day, had to deal with all kinds of irritating people, and now this? Couldn't the man go and find someone else to vent his frustrations on? There were plenty other saps sitting all around him...
"I said, cat gawt your tongue? Answer me, you bastard!" The man- codenamed Dead Man Walking in his sleep deprived mind- grabbed his shoulder, making as if to turn him around. His right hand swinging around, he swung his fist into DMW's chin, sliding out of his stool with a predatory grace. Two more punches brought the drunkard down to the floor, and a round of evil glares later, he was back to his drink.
Much better. Now, where was he? Ah, yes; there are enough saps around here to pick on. But /they/ never got their shoulders poked, did they? It was always him. Poor, poor man.
"Good God in Heaven, Dean!" Hal, the barkeep, snarled from where he stood in front of the kitchen doors. "What'd you do now?! I swear, I leave you alone for a minute...!"
O'Halloran's Pub was one of his favorite haunts; its lazy ceilings and dirty-yet-clean-enough interior a nice relief from the high minded establishments his clients usually preferred. Here, in the smoke-filled haze, he could relax and pretend that he was a normal grunt, the memories that plagued his mind nothing but bad dreams; semi-forgotten nightmares. It was relief in its finest.
Leaning forward with his elbows on the bar counter, ‘Dean’ was a sight to see; tall and well built with a face of a gargoyle- cold and expressionless. Dressed in a casual pair of ripped blue jeans, a plain black shirt and a very worn leather jacket, one could pin him to being a handyman, or teacher. Certainly not a Hunter or, as the hypocrites liked to call him, the local crazy person.
A lazy grin strolled onto his face, breaking through the morning-shadow around his mouth. Ah yes, the local crazy person. Because it was just inconceivable; that there were Others that roamed the streets. Because humans, in all of their glory, were the only ones that could inhabit this good earth. Everything else was just legend and make-believe, right?
Haha, no.
It always amused him, the way people loved to hide their heads in the sand. No one wanted to believe in the darkness that surrounded them simply because of fear; uncertainty of what is before them. But that’s where he came in. He was Dean Winchester, protector of the weak, savior of the ignorant masses—
…And currently flat out broke. As Hal went back into the kitchen, he made a beeline for the booth near the back of the room. Maybe if the old guy didn’t see him, he could rob a few of those yuppies back there with a few games of pool and settle his tab.
… Or perhaps he could charm some dough out of a nice, well endowed blond?
Yeah, he’d stick to that first one. Gambling was so much more fun than getting vodka thrown into his face, after all. He liked his t-shirts semi-spotless, thanks so much.
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Post by Jessie Coulter ♬ on Jul 7, 2011 11:48:06 GMT -5
Sometimes a girl just needed a drink.
Stepping out of the metallic purple challenger, Jessica Coulter breathed a deep sigh and then headed for the front door of the seedy little bar. After driving all day, it only seemed natural to grab something cold to drink before finding someplace to bed down. And if it kept her from staring at blank hotel room walls and going insane? More the better. Maybe she'd even drink until some stranger was pretty and the ever present face of her past would deminish.
Yeah, like that would happen. She'd be more likely to win the lottery at this rate than to be that lucky.
Shifting her shades up on the top of her head as she stepped inside the dark bar, the slender brunette let her vision gradually adjust as she headed for the counter. Not paying attention to anything or anyone else, she took a stool and rubbed her face as she waited for the bartender to notice her. Old school rock played in the background and she almost grimanced as memories pounded into her already brittle calm.
Fuck a duck. Would time ever heal the wounds like everyone assured her they would?
Setting an elbow on the bar, Jessie leaned her chin into her palm and then closed her eyes. The dim lighting of the bar made her exhaustion rise and she felt like she might just fall asleep if everyone left her alone. It was probably a good thing she'd decided to stop for a break because she definitely was on her last legs. Probably had been for some time with the way she drove herself these days.
"Can I get you something, darlin?" came an unfamiliar voice and the huntress glanced up to find an elderly gentleman in front of her.
"Um... Yes, please... A beer.. anything you got in a bottle." she drawled out, sparing him a slight smile as she waited.
Reaching under the counter and into a cooler, the barkeep slide her a bud and then gave her a kind smile.
"Your looking a bit rough for the wear. Is everything all right?"
Chuckling a bit at that question, Jess was just about to answer when something from the corner of her eye made her shift and glance towards the back. What she saw froze her in her seat and she could only stare like she was seeing a ghost. A ghost in the form of ....
"DEAN WINCHESTER??? YOU ASSHOLE!!!" she snarled out, suddenly bounding out of her seat and feeling as if her head might just explode. "What the hell are YOU doing here?"
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Dean Winchester
*Hunter*
Super hunter with the devil's own charm. Watch out though because this Winchester is protected by Jessie's Smith and Wesson!
On the Highway to Hell!
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Post by Dean Winchester on Jul 7, 2011 15:46:08 GMT -5
So, there he was; enjoying the night as much as his broke ass could, eyeing the pool tables thoughtfully and just…all about appreciating the regularity of a regular day. After taking out a certain ghost intent on scaring a newlywed couple into their early graves, he’d managed to drop into Hal’s, instead of going back to his motel to ‘brood,’ as he usually did. Now that the war was over, Sam was soul-ed and he had a baddy to Hunt, things were looking up.
Sure, there was the fact that one of his best angel-friends in the world had turned into a psychopath with a very literal god complex. And sure, the woman he’d felt…things for had ended up getting hurt because of him…which, of course, managed to bring up a whole mess of painful things that had made him run for the hills in the past. Oh yeah, and there was also the fact that he was sans his brother, due to his own family troubles, sans Bobby, because one drunken phone call too many had led to some major ‘GET HELP, YOU IDJIT’ feelings between them, and sans…pretty much everyone else in his life.
Was it wrong to miss even the evil ones? It was wrong. Really, really sad and really, really wrong. Damn.
Leaning forward in the booth, he rubbed at his temples in an attempt to stave off the imminent headache lurking there. God, but he hated nights like these; when there was nothing to do but get wasted and lose himself in the night’s pleasures. Not that he’d been doing much of that lately, when his dreams seemed to be haunted by a certain brunette he’d thought he’d successfully purged from his system.
God, had it been over two years since he’d seen that perky little face? Heard that sultry voice and that familiar laugh? Two years since he’d been pulled down to Hell and the world had faced destruction. It almost seemed like a hundred years, he thought with a pull from his bottle. With all the crap that had gone down during that time, it seemed like an eternity.
But he was thinking about her a lot, these days. He didn’t know why; call it his subconscious really trying to torture him, because losing Lisa wasn’t enough. Two women that he really cared for…gone. Because of him.
…Well, at least that’s what he THOUGHT, about a split second before a voice from the grave piped up and screamed at him.
For a minute there, all Dean could do was jump a foot in the air, smash his knees against the table and let loose a string of curses. Then, after that was done, he could only stare at the woman currently eyeing him like he was PENO. Then, once his brain started to kick in, he was out of his seat, across the room and yanking the ghost into the tightest hug he could manage.
”God…you’re alive!” He managed to say through a lump in his throat that he was going to deny being there later on. ”How…how did you…they told me you were dead!”
Ding! Light bulb! Pulling back just as suddenly as he’d taken her into his arms, his face turned a tad cold as he eyed her, fingers twitching for the feel of his holy water-laden flask. ”You are Jessie, aren’t you?”
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Post by Jessie Coulter ♬ on Jul 7, 2011 16:42:20 GMT -5
She was going to KILL him. No if , ands or buts about it. He was a walking dead man.
The moment she'd realized that it was him, her temper had gone through the roof and if she could have moved past the stunned befuddlement she was feeling to grab her gun...Jess was quiet sure that the barkeep would have been cleaning up a mess from his floor. As it was when he whipped around to stare at her and then practically dive bomb tackled her, she was hard pressed not to slug him in his deliciously sexy jaw. Or knee him in the family jewels that had brought her oh so much pleasure in the old days.
Not that she was noticing any of those things at the moment. Nope, not at all. He definitely didn't smell as good as he always had and she definitely didn't want to strip him naked and kiss away all the shadows that seemed to lurk in his eyes. Yeah, and who the hell was she trying to lie to now?
Damn it all to hell, he was NOT going to do this to her again. Not this time. This time she was calling the shots and she was NOT going to be swayed by those sensual blue eyes or the way he looked at her like a dream come true. Nope, not this time. No matter how bad she wanted to hang on to him for dear life when he suddenly stepped back from her.
And this his words registered. Dead? What the bleeding hell?
"Of course I'm not dead, you no brained angel loving imbecilic dickhead!! You left me alive and on the way to recovery in that fucking hospital. Don't give me that line of shit just because you don't want me to take a baseball bat to that thick skull of yours. I know all about your little escapades since leaving me and you SURE as hell ain't been grieving me!" she snarled out at him before stepping right up into his face with flashing emerald eyes. "Hows your little love nest, Winchester?? Did you like playing house or did you get bored with her too??"
When his mouth dropped open as if to answer, Jessie's hand flew up to stop the torrent of excuses she as sure was about to escape.
"You know what?? I don't want to know. You don't owe me any answers and I get that. I've been over you a long time now so its all good. You made your point very clear when I woke up in that hospital bed alone and had to learn to live without you..." she hissed, voice finally dropping to a level at was more sedate. "In all the time I was rebuilding the use of my right side.. I made excuses for why you never came back... I understood to a certain extent and I put everything I had into recovering and being me again in the hopes that if shit ended.... You'd come back. But you never did and then.... Well, I guess that the rest is history, right? Just like us."
That said, Jess spun on her heel and headed back to the bar. A slight limb on her right side was the only hint of the stress her formerly mangled side gave her. Although not as graceful as she'd once been, she'd long since adapted to her slight handicapped and her hips still held the hold feminine sway.
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Dean Winchester
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Super hunter with the devil's own charm. Watch out though because this Winchester is protected by Jessie's Smith and Wesson!
On the Highway to Hell!
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Post by Dean Winchester on Jul 7, 2011 19:54:24 GMT -5
Oh yeah…that was definitely Jessie. He would know that ass biting, ‘I’m gonna KILL YOU’ glare anywhere. Taking a step away from her, as most of that obvious anger in her face seemed to palpably shove him back from her, he could only stare. Even when she started threatening him, yelling at him, metaphorically cursing his very existence…God, he’d forgotten how beautiful she was. And how much he really missed hearing her voice.
Well, THAT wasn’t a problem anymore, now was it! Good Lord, it was a good thing that words couldn’t really burn a guy’s eardrums or he’d be freakishly singed by now.
Wait…did she just say that he’d never come find her? That she thought HE’D left HER?! Okay, well forget the whole ‘holy shit, I missed you when you were supposedly dead’ crap that was running through his head. Somebody needed a major wakeup call, before he threw some choice words right back at her.
Like…YOUR MOM.
His eyes twitched when he heard something akin to a snicker coming from Hal’s direction and cut him a scathing glare. Holding his hands up, the old man didn’t bother to hide the smile on his face. ”Good luck, Winchester. You know what…for tonight, don’t worry about the tab. Looks like you have enough problems on your hands.”
”You don’t know the half of it,” He muttered in reply. With one traded, sympathetic look with the bartender, he turned to hurry out after Jessie.
Damn, but this brought back some serious memories, didn’t it? Him, chasing her into the parking lot, her mad enough to kick his testicles into being weird looking cat-ears. It was like a really bad version of déjà vu; the kind that he’d sworn never to experience again. But, there he was, diving forward to catch her arm and swing her around.
Then move a little bit aways, so his happy place wasn’t in striking distance. Protect the boys; that was his first priority.
”Dammit, Jessie, don’t you dare walk away after that,” He snarled at first, then too a deep breath and forced himself to calm. ”You have to believe me; I didn’t know you’d survived. Cas told me you’d died! That there wasn’t even a body to bury! And when I got over to where you fell…and saw all the blood…”
His face had gone ashen then, and his breathing became labored. The night still haunted him; woke him up in a cold sweat during the night. It had been his worst fear come to life; the death of someone he loved because of his profession, his life…him. He’d lost Sam too many times to count because of the life they’d led, and he’d promised himself early on that he’d never have to go through that with the woman he’d let himself fall for. When Jessie had ‘died,’ it had broken him. Torn him up so much inside, that he’d never even let himself fully open to Lisa or Ben…and made him isolate himself, as he did now.
But God, she was alive. By some miracle, she was ALIVE!
And she hated his fuckin’ guts; go figure. Well, a guy couldn’t have everything.
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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!
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Post by Jessie Coulter ♬ on Jul 7, 2011 22:14:22 GMT -5
Of all the things Jessie had come to expect in this fucked up world.... Being kicked in the gut by coming face to face with the one man who still had the power to hurt her was not it. Didn't that just figure though? She should have known better than to expect to be able to go the rest of her life without having to look into his eyes and know that he'd chosen another woman over her.
God, that still had the power to burn her through and through.
Reaching the bar, she was just about to pick up her beer and take a long swig before paying for the drink and walking out when, wouldn't you know it... Dean decided to go for round two. The minute she felt him put his hand on her arm and whirl her about, she had to grit her teeth to keep from slugging him. What did he want from her? A reward for breaking her heart and leaving her half the person she'd been. Well, he could just go screw himself if thats what he expected.
Opening her mouth to tell him just that, the caramel haired huntress froze as she got a good look at his face. The sincerity there was evident and even Dean wasn't that good at acting. What the hell was going on here?
"After that battle with the demons, I was badly hurt. The doctors and nurses told me that a young, dark haired man brought me in and told them to look after me. That he told them to tell me that he couldn't have my death on his hands and that we needed to travel different paths." she said, voice drawn with the memories of that long ago night. "In fact, there was even a note from you... Saying how you needed to be on your own to fight the war and that you couldn't concentrate when I was around and in the line of fire.. That the fact that I'd been horrifically injured was a testimant to that fact."
Shaking her head to clear away the thoughts, Jess look pointedly down at his hand and then up at him with an arched brow. The stubborn tilt to her chin went into stark relief even as she met his gaze.
"I thought what you were doing was your protective streak kicking in. It took me awhile to heal and I was in physical therapy for quiet some time but.. Eventually I was well enough to join the fight again.. Word had it by that time that the war was over so I went looking for you only to find out that you were playing house with Lisa.....I figured that said it all and so I went back to my work....." she continued, lifting her chin. "As far as Cas telling you I was dead? Why would he do that? He had no reason too... Hell, Bobby knew I was alive! You can't tell me that HE didn't tell you."
Pulling away, Jess grabbed her beer and wished she'd ordered something stronger. Taking a long swig, she slammed it back down and then reached into her pocket for a five. Tossing it down, she turned to look at Dean for a long moment and then shook her head, suddenly drained.
"In the long run.... I guess it doesn't really matter what happened does it?? Did you ever think to tell my brother? To find someone in my family to tell? They could have told you I wasn't dead Dean.... Instead, you built a life that had nothing to do with me.... and I built a life without you. Not much of one, granted, but I'm still doing what I do best... Hunting monsters. Hell knows that we need more of us out there with the crap thats been going down..."
Then, turning, she headed for the door.
"Have a nice life, Winchester.... Its been real and its been fun.. But I can't say its been real fun."
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Super hunter with the devil's own charm. Watch out though because this Winchester is protected by Jessie's Smith and Wesson!
On the Highway to Hell!
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Post by Dean Winchester on Jul 8, 2011 11:22:09 GMT -5
Okay, so call him officially a drooling idiot, because he was definitely doing the staring thing again. The one where he just looked at her with a ‘whaaaa?’ expression on his face…and awesome, if he wasn’t mistaken, even his mouth was hanging open slightly. Oh yeah, Jessie was really going to forgive him and let him kiss the hell out of her, like he was really Jones-ing to do right then. Because EVERY not-so-dead kick ass Huntress wanted to make out with a drooling idiot.
Snapping his mouth closed with an audible click of his teeth, an incredulous expression fell onto Dean’s face. A dark haired man? INTO the hospital…note?! What the hell was going on here?
…Or did he really want to know? Because, damn it, he had enough reason to feel really angry and/or hurt when it came to his so called ‘friends’ at the moment.
A minute of mental fuming- and outer, if the reddening pallor of his face was anything to go by; heart attack, here he comes- gave Jessie enough time to hightail it away from him. He cursed, hurrying after her while throwing yet another glare at the chuckling old man behind him. After zig-zagging around a few hopeful patrons, a particularly woozy drunk and managing not to walk face first into the front door, he managed to catch up with her. And, for the second time that night, found himself relieving the last time they’d argued.
As he recalled, it had ended in a night of ridiculously memorable passion. So memorable, in fact, that even their neighbors still had the fractured fist-bones to prove it. God, but he wanted to rewind and go back to those moments; that conversation in front of her car…the kiss. Okay, so he could do without the emotion-sharing, ‘cause chick flick moments, much…but damn. Everything was just so jumbled in his head. The only clear thing was that he couldn’t let her go again. Not yet.
Catching hold of her arm and half-twitching into a ‘defend the boys!’ stance, the Hunter jerked her to a halt again. ”Goddammit, Jessie, stop walking away from me! I’m fucking serious when I say that I didn’t know you were dead. After Cas told me there wasn’t anything left of you, I…God, I just left. I did some work down south, then the crap with Armageddon and the war up in Heaven came along…I didn’t even think to contact Trey. I left it up to Bobby; it hurt too damn much to look into his eyes and tell him that I’d lost you and it was my fault you were dead. I swear to God, Jessica, I didn’t know you were alive.”
And, for the briefest moments after Sam’s incarceration in Hell, he’d allowed himself a chance to live a normal life. Lisa hadn’t been the love of his life, but he’d cared for her…he’d allowed himself to care for her as much as he was able. But, in the end, he’d lost her, too.
Finally releasing her arm, he took a step back and shove his hand through his hair. He probably looked like an orangutan, given the way he felt the normally smoothed out strands stand up in clumps, but he was a bit preoccupied to think about his looks at the moment. Shaking his head, he shifted from foot to foot, obviously unable to express what he was feeling.
Because…c’mon. Him? FEELINGS? Ha, so not going there.
”Before Sam threw himself into Hell, I promised him that I’d try to be happy. I lived with Lisa for a year…but the life, it just pulled me back in. Then she got hurt because of me, and Ben was in danger…I erased myself from their lives,” He didn’t know why he felt the need to defend his time with Lisa, but there it was. Shaking his head again, he clenched his jaw and stared at her. She was beautiful.
But, now for the really hard part… ”I missed you, Jessie. All the time you were gone…I missed you so much.”
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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 Jul 12, 2011 12:05:54 GMT -5
Oh god... this couldn't seriously be happening. It was like a bad repeat of another time, another place. A time when she'd believed in all that crap about love being the thing that could save them all. A time when she'd given everything only to have it shot down in flames. A time when this man's love had meant everything to her and had made her take a leap of faith that had almost left her worse than dead. Had, in fact, left her half the person she'd been.
Not that she'd ever tell him that. He'd trampled on her heart enough, thank you very much. She wasn't up for round three.
“Fine, Dean...Lets pretend for a minute that all this did go down like you say. Does it really change anything? Seriously? Because we can't go back and erase the last two years. I can't pretend that losing you didn't about kill me and that knowing you were with another woman... That you gave her something you never gave me.... I can't pretend that it didn't shatter my heart in a million pieces. You did what you had to do .. I get that... and I'm sure that Lisa was the perfect woman but I am not her and never will be. I am not real good in the forgive and forget department and while you might have thought I was dead.... I lived and breathed through each moment knowing you were sleeping in her bed.. Making love to her each night.” the chocolate haired beauty said, a cool, deceptively composed tone to her voice. “I'm sorry that things ended up like that for you and her. I truly am. Like I always said, the only thing I wanted was for you to be happy and it seemed like you might have found it with her. I'd honestly hoped that maybe you'd made a clean break from all this but.. I guess life never asked us what we wanted, huh?”
Tilting her head, the huntress slide her shades off the top of her head and paused for a moment before slipping them on. Dampness was starting to waver her vision and there was no way in hell she wanted Dean to witness the misery in her soul.
“I won't pretend that I'm a big enough person to say that none of that matters but.. I do hope you find something that will give you peace. I just know its not me anymore. I don't know what happened back then.. but I do know whats happening now... And thats me walking back out that door because I can't do this again.. I won't do this again. The first time it hurt... The second time, it devestated me. I can't do it a third time because it would kill me, Dean. Right now, I might be broken but I'm still managing to get by. Its more than I'll have the next time the world comes knocking and needing a hero. ”
Trying for a smile, the young woman slid her shades into place and tried to pretend as if her world wasn't once more crumbling. Having Dean so close but yet so far away was like a dagger in the heart but what was a girl to do? As much as she wanted, no needed to be truthful, him to touch her, to hold her.. She couldn't afford the cost in the long run.
"Its good to see you, Winchester. Take care of yourself, all right?"
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On the Highway to Hell!
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Post by Dean Winchester on Jul 20, 2011 22:06:53 GMT -5
Damn, but she looked good. Good enough to eat, good enough to get on his knees and beg forgiveness…just really, really damn good.
His fingers twitched to run themselves through that auburn hair, over that smooth, porcelain skin. He knew it would be petal soft, would smell like a mixture of sweetness and gun oil. In all of his time on this good earth, he’d never smelled anything so wonderful; so tantalizing. Being denied a taste of her, after so long, was almost painful. But he knew that any advance toward her would be suicide…for him and his boys.
For a minute there, a small spark of hope had flared up in his chest. Surely, Jessie would realize that he wasn’t one who dealt with loss very well; that he would have run from everyone who’d known her, in an attempt to save himself. And that, if given the chance, he’d try to find something good in his life, if only to have something other than his brother to live for. She had to understand that he’d loved Lisa, but never with the fiery need that he had for her. After all of the shit they’d gone through and the promises she’d made to him- promises to listen, to try to understand his ‘insane issues’- she had to understand. He wasn’t expecting anything drastic, like her jumping into bed with him in the next ten seconds. Ten days, sure, but he just knew that she’d forgive him. And finally, FINALLY, they could continue where they left off.
But she didn’t do anything of that; not the forgiveness, or the promise of something more in their future. She just did what she was really damn good at; cut him off at the knees. Well…at least his manly parts were still intact.
Her words felt like a blow to his chest, and without thinking, he took a step back, as if they palpably forced him away from her. She didn’t really believe his story and…she wanted nothing more to do with him. God, she was dead to him all over again. He wasn’t going to be able to take much more of this.
His face shuttered, as his inner Hunter took over and refused to let her see any of what was going through his mind. All that hurt, guilt, disappointment, rage; he would let it all out later, when she wasn’t around. Jessie Coulter was going to get the clean break that she needed. It was the least he could do.
For a few heartbeats, all Dean could do was look at her, drinking in the familiar image of her. It took him another moment of clearing his throat and shoving his hands into his pockets, but finally, he managed a nod.
”Yeah…yeah, I understand. You take care of yourself, too, Jessie. Don’t go dying for real, now; you’ll take over Hell, or something. Then where would all of us be?”
His attempt at his normal brand of humor failed, when his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. Stiffly, he gave her arm a friendly little whap, then moved away. He wanted to turn, to start walking, but he couldn’t move. He could only look at her with a flash of longing in his eyes.
But it was quickly shuttered away. With one last fake smile and a short nod, he turned around and walked away, toward the Impala.
God, he was losing her again. But this time…this time, it was for real.
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