Most likely, yeah. What do you wanna do 'bout it? 'Cause right now... drinking a beer sounds a whole lot better than chasin' down murderers all around Wonderland.
[ he's been waiting to have a drink all day, gdi. ]
I don't know. I just-- [ Why does this all sound so weird? No one should be this calm about their brother dying. Had they not been that close? She doesn't get it. ] If you're gonna drink, at least do it right and invite me too.
[ And then they could figure it out, right? Right. ]
Lem'me think about that-- no. [ had to ponder that long and hard. ] You're pretty, you're hot, and I'd totally bang you, sure. But unless that's what you're bringing to the table, then I'll pass.
You think I'd want to go throwin' myself at you after-- What the hell's wrong with you? [ Now she's mad and upset. ] I always thought you were a little weird, but you're acting like it's fine someone did that. [ And just to make sure he's on the same page: ] It's not, okay? It's not fine. He's--
[ Well, she'd been doing good about not crying until that point... ]
Roadkill on the fifth floor? I hope they can get the blood outta the carpet. [ actually no he wishes there to be a permanent stain so sam'll always remember what happened to him. ]
What's the big deal, anyway? He's gonna come back, so meanwhile why not have a little fun?
[ Is he even listening to what he's saying????????????????? ]
If I want fun, I'm not sleepin' with you. [ She tries pulling herself together. ] Why're you even thinking about that now? Just because you're not doing anything doesn't mean I won't.
I'm not-- [ There's a sigh. This isn't the first time she's had to deal with difficult men. ] Maybe you're right. Better to do something else than worry about it. You should come see me.
[ unless she's naked and willing, he's not gonna waste his time... and maybe there's a bit of suspicion on his end now. how much had sam told her about their world, anyway. not that he couldn't just erase her from existence as well, but it'd be such a waste of a pretty face. ]
[ so hot and cold, charlie. but dean's quiet for another brief second before seemingly coming to some sort of conclusion. he sounds a whole lot more interested now. ]
[ hmm hmm, what a fun night this could turn into. dean doesn't bother with a reply, only starts heading over-- and he's there in just a manner of minutes, much too eager to see what charlie has to offer. as she'd said, the door is open, which means he only has to push inside... ]
[ She doesn't think this is going to go the way he wants it to, and honestly, that's not her intention. He'd been dodging questions and being weirder than usual, and as much as she likes Dean, she's not that into him. Which is funny since he's her type, but maybe after the whole apocalypse thing, it had changed her. She's not so shallow despite the fact he's nice to look at. ]
In here. [ Just walk yourself a little further, and she'll be right there, sitting on the edge of her bed. ]
[ he finds her in the bedroom, eyes lighting up with cold light at the sight of her. ]
...All ready for me. [ he draws impossibly close in a matter of seconds, one hand on the side of her face, gentle almost. she's so very, very easy on the eyes and dean can understand why his brother had fallen for the same face back in their world.
....or can he? he waits to feel something inside but when nothing happens, he discards the thoughts in favor of focusing on her. ]
[ She's almost surprised at how quick he's up on her, and there's that sudden need to put space between them, leaning back and getting a hand up to grab his wrist. The few times they'd gotten together, he'd never been this close. They'd gotten drunk together and hadn't been like this. It's not right, and maybe she's starting to realize this wasn't such a good idea. Still, her fingers curl gently, like she means to give him more even as she pushes his hand away from her. ]
About that-- [ She hesitates, looking at him and then down away from his eyes. ] You really don't care, do you?
[ If she plays the Needs Comfort Card, maybe he'd tell her a little more. This isn't the first time she's done this sort of thing. ]
[ a little late for that realization, charlie. dean doesn't seem too bothered by her fingers wrapping around his wrist though, even as he glances at her hand. as long as this doesn't go on too long, she can ask her questions...
even if they're bordering on stupid. ]
Why would I? 'Cause we're brothers? [ hah, he laughs, the sound harsh and amused. ]
[ There's another slight hesitation, and-- get it together, Charlie. This isn't the first time she's had to pull something like this to get by or get money or whatever else she might have needed. She'd done what she'd had to until winding up pregnant in Paradise Falls. Almost lightly, she strokes her thumb over his wrist. ]
Most people would unless there was a reason not to. [ She wants to know that reason. ] You guys fight, or something?
Does it matter? He's dead, he's gone. I'm glad-- and it's just you and me. [ which is the point here, by the way, in case charlie is trying to forget that.
[ It's not hard to forget when he's all close like that, and she leans further away the closer he gets, having to keep herself up with an arm propped on the bed. If anyone walked in on them then, it'd probably almost look romantic. Her eyes narrow too. ]
But I wanna talk about him. [ At least for a little longer. ] I saw it, you know.
Mm, I don't care and I don't care. [ that she wants to talk about or or that she saw it-- honestly, who the fuck gives a shit? no one should care about sam, no one. least of all someone pretty like her. ]
Come, let's just have some fun-- it's why I'm here.
[ Right. Which makes her think (more and more) that he had something to do with all of this, and it's all really uncomfortable. She knows what fun he means, isn't stupid, but being coy has gotten her this far. ]
Yeah? I got some cards if you wanna play. [ Never mind she's about thirty seconds from possibly kneeing him in the crotch. ]
[ but charlie, being coy might get you somewhere, just not any further than this. dean's eyes darken, immediately unimpressed with her choice of things to do. ]
You're playing with me. I don't like it.
[ his hand slides to her wrist this time, clamps down hard-- enough to bruise. ]
[ She winces but tries to believe it's nothing. If she uses her other hand to push on his chest, she's going to fall right back on the bed, and then where would she be? ] Like anybody'd want to sleep with you when you're bein' a dick. [ Charlie tries to pull her hand away. ]
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Aren't you gonna-- we have to do something. Whoever did this is still out there. [ So, what's going on? ]
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[ he's been waiting to have a drink all day, gdi. ]
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[ And then they could figure it out, right? Right. ]
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Lem'me think about that-- no. [ had to ponder that long and hard. ] You're pretty, you're hot, and I'd totally bang you, sure. But unless that's what you're bringing to the table, then I'll pass.
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You think I'd want to go throwin' myself at you after-- What the hell's wrong with you? [ Now she's mad and upset. ] I always thought you were a little weird, but you're acting like it's fine someone did that. [ And just to make sure he's on the same page: ] It's not, okay? It's not fine. He's--
[ Well, she'd been doing good about not crying until that point... ]
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Roadkill on the fifth floor? I hope they can get the blood outta the carpet. [ actually no he wishes there to be a permanent stain so sam'll always remember what happened to him. ]
What's the big deal, anyway? He's gonna come back, so meanwhile why not have a little fun?
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If I want fun, I'm not sleepin' with you. [ She tries pulling herself together. ] Why're you even thinking about that now? Just because you're not doing anything doesn't mean I won't.
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You can't do anything, so I was just offerin' a way of passin' time. But fine, go cry about Sam, it won't bring him back any faster.
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[ If he's not going to tell her where he's at. ]
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[ unless she's naked and willing, he's not gonna waste his time... and maybe there's a bit of suspicion on his end now. how much had sam told her about their world, anyway. not that he couldn't just erase her from existence as well, but it'd be such a waste of a pretty face. ]
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[ Not that she's going to give it to him, but she wants to figure out why he's being so weird. Weirder than usual anyway. ]
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I ain't one to judge... What's your room number?
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Thirty-six on the fifth floor. I'll leave the door open.
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Charlie?
[ where are you, pretty thing. ]
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In here. [ Just walk yourself a little further, and she'll be right there, sitting on the edge of her bed. ]
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...All ready for me. [ he draws impossibly close in a matter of seconds, one hand on the side of her face, gentle almost. she's so very, very easy on the eyes and dean can understand why his brother had fallen for the same face back in their world.
....or can he? he waits to feel something inside but when nothing happens, he discards the thoughts in favor of focusing on her. ]
So it's just you and me now, with Sam gone.
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About that-- [ She hesitates, looking at him and then down away from his eyes. ] You really don't care, do you?
[ If she plays the Needs Comfort Card, maybe he'd tell her a little more. This isn't the first time she's done this sort of thing. ]
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even if they're bordering on stupid. ]
Why would I? 'Cause we're brothers? [ hah, he laughs, the sound harsh and amused. ]
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[ There's another slight hesitation, and-- get it together, Charlie. This isn't the first time she's had to pull something like this to get by or get money or whatever else she might have needed. She'd done what she'd had to until winding up pregnant in Paradise Falls. Almost lightly, she strokes her thumb over his wrist. ]
Most people would unless there was a reason not to. [ She wants to know that reason. ] You guys fight, or something?
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Does it matter? He's dead, he's gone. I'm glad-- and it's just you and me. [ which is the point here, by the way, in case charlie is trying to forget that.
dean leans in closer to her. ]
So let's not talk about him.
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But I wanna talk about him. [ At least for a little longer. ] I saw it, you know.
[ And it was terrible. ]
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Come, let's just have some fun-- it's why I'm here.
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Yeah? I got some cards if you wanna play. [ Never mind she's about thirty seconds from possibly kneeing him in the crotch. ]
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You're playing with me. I don't like it.
[ his hand slides to her wrist this time, clamps down hard-- enough to bruise. ]
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Maybe if you really knew how to treat a girl.
[ She so went there, yes. ]
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