[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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[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.