Hugs and kisses, right, ain't that the normal greeting for someone who went away for a bit? Seems perfectly logical to me.
[ he's almost teasing though, but it feels good-- this feels good. right. better than how things have been, even. dean can't say he'll just get over dying, that it's been pushed to the back burner -- hell, it's anything but -- but this grounds him, she anchors him.
he shakes his head at her apology. ]
Don't. You're right, but don't-- 'cause it's alright. We'll just... we'll have to try and make sure we don't have to worry about rocky terms, yeah? [ honestly, he feels bad for how bad things have been. she's alive her, they've already shared some months together, so to go out knowing there's tension between them? he doesn't want to risk it again, not after everything.
it's easier said than done, but maybe from now on he can try to smooth things over more quickly between them, in case anything like this happens again.
another moment passes before dean forces himself to step away, though his hand lingers some down her arm before falling to his side. ]
Now what's left is to catch the asshole. Make sure he doesn't do it to anyone else.
[There's something about Dean that always makes her a little tongue-tied when they're alone like this, when the subject of potential feelings or whatever it was that made some so special to one another either came up or was obviously avoided. Around anyone else she would probably be embarrassed, but Dean knew her better. Knew she was a self-possessed young woman who was brimming with confidence any other day of the week, but there was something about them that always shook her.
They would make sure there were no more rocky terms. It almost sounded too good to be true. They always did find something to butt heads about -- but it was important to know that they always came back around, after a certain period of time.
A part of her was glad when he stepped away. She'd been tempted to kiss him again, but with the space between them, it was no longer a simple tilt of the chin to press her lips against his second time. She catches his hand when it falls away from her arm, fingers brushing against his, not quite willing to let him go completely -- though it wasn't really her call. There was another part that wanted him to stay close and do a hell of a lot more than kiss.
But there were other matters to deal with first.]
Unluckily for them, we're better detectives than they probably gave you credit for. Sam, too. What were you doing beforehand? I mean, immediately before, or the last few days? There has to be something there that triggered this asshole to do what they did. There has to be a reason.
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[ he's almost teasing though, but it feels good-- this feels good. right. better than how things have been, even. dean can't say he'll just get over dying, that it's been pushed to the back burner -- hell, it's anything but -- but this grounds him, she anchors him.
he shakes his head at her apology. ]
Don't. You're right, but don't-- 'cause it's alright. We'll just... we'll have to try and make sure we don't have to worry about rocky terms, yeah? [ honestly, he feels bad for how bad things have been. she's alive her, they've already shared some months together, so to go out knowing there's tension between them? he doesn't want to risk it again, not after everything.
it's easier said than done, but maybe from now on he can try to smooth things over more quickly between them, in case anything like this happens again.
another moment passes before dean forces himself to step away, though his hand lingers some down her arm before falling to his side. ]
Now what's left is to catch the asshole. Make sure he doesn't do it to anyone else.
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[There's something about Dean that always makes her a little tongue-tied when they're alone like this, when the subject of potential feelings or whatever it was that made some so special to one another either came up or was obviously avoided. Around anyone else she would probably be embarrassed, but Dean knew her better. Knew she was a self-possessed young woman who was brimming with confidence any other day of the week, but there was something about them that always shook her.
They would make sure there were no more rocky terms. It almost sounded too good to be true. They always did find something to butt heads about -- but it was important to know that they always came back around, after a certain period of time.
A part of her was glad when he stepped away. She'd been tempted to kiss him again, but with the space between them, it was no longer a simple tilt of the chin to press her lips against his second time. She catches his hand when it falls away from her arm, fingers brushing against his, not quite willing to let him go completely -- though it wasn't really her call. There was another part that wanted him to stay close and do a hell of a lot more than kiss.
But there were other matters to deal with first.]
Unluckily for them, we're better detectives than they probably gave you credit for. Sam, too. What were you doing beforehand? I mean, immediately before, or the last few days? There has to be something there that triggered this asshole to do what they did. There has to be a reason.
Whatever it is, we'll find it.