[ She doesn't pay any attention to him for a second, reaching into one of the bags she'd had to pull a few things out of it. It's sort of a shame they're already a little wrinkled, but that can be fixed no problem. Then, she's turning to face him, hands on her hips for the half a minute it takes to give him A Look before going to help him with the rest of the stuff she'd brought. Charlie isn't going to let him dictate the mood of this thing; anyway, she'd wanted to cheer him up. ]
It's a wedding, not prom. [ Or had he missed out on that too? She considers asking, but instead, she starts to unbutton the sweater she's got on over her clothes. ] All you have to do is sit. Relax some. I ain't about to bite you or anything.
[ Which is kind of weird. She'd have figured she'd have been the one to worry about that, and for a second, she's back in that hallway with the heat of his breath against her cheek. Charlie shakes her head, pulling her arms free from her sweater. She eyes him. ]
Or am I gonna have to make you? [ This shouldn't be that hard, Dean. Come on. ]
[ he wants to say something about biting and he wouldn't mind, but dean only huffs at her more important request for him to sit. if he tries hard enough, it almost feels like they've done this before, that all of this is normal and well-practiced from before. like they've been friends for a while.
reality, of course, threatens to always crawl right back into the situation, and remind dean how wrong he is. ]
No, no, I'll sit... [ reluctantly, thank you, but he'll do as asked all the same. once seated, he looks back to her again, and raises an expectant eye brow. ]
Would you believe me if I said I've done something like this before with someone named Charlie?
[ At least he's cooperating enough Charlie doesn't have to get rough, so she just keeps smiling and decides to toss her sweater at him. Whether he catches it or not doesn't actually matter as it's not the most important thing on their little agenda. In fact, he doesn't even get to see the dresses, which she gathers up. Halfway to stepping into another room so she can change, and she looks at him over her shoulder. ]
Redhead? Says a lot of weird stuff sometimes? [ Especially when she's drunk, but she isn't going to bring that up. ] Or is this another Charlie back where you're from?
[ She has no idea if he means he'd done it here or there. Either way, at least he's starting to open up a little bit like he had before. ]
Nope, no, that's the one. She, uh, she's kinda special, but in the good way. [ a great kid. one of the best dean knows. ] Gone now. Left while I was... not myself.
[ worse yet, dean hadn't known her as well before his trip back home and disastrous return back to wonderland as a demon, but by now it was too late. charlie was gone, and dean hadn't had a chance to see her before his curing. guilt turns inside of his stomach, once more reminding him that just because some situation are nice -- or awkward, in this case -- doesn't mean it's all over and forgotten. ]
Anyway-- come on, go get your stuff on. No wonder you chicks always take so long with your whole gettin' ready thing.
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It's a wedding, not prom. [ Or had he missed out on that too? She considers asking, but instead, she starts to unbutton the sweater she's got on over her clothes. ] All you have to do is sit. Relax some. I ain't about to bite you or anything.
[ Which is kind of weird. She'd have figured she'd have been the one to worry about that, and for a second, she's back in that hallway with the heat of his breath against her cheek. Charlie shakes her head, pulling her arms free from her sweater. She eyes him. ]
Or am I gonna have to make you? [ This shouldn't be that hard, Dean. Come on. ]
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reality, of course, threatens to always crawl right back into the situation, and remind dean how wrong he is. ]
No, no, I'll sit... [ reluctantly, thank you, but he'll do as asked all the same. once seated, he looks back to her again, and raises an expectant eye brow. ]
Would you believe me if I said I've done something like this before with someone named Charlie?
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Redhead? Says a lot of weird stuff sometimes? [ Especially when she's drunk, but she isn't going to bring that up. ] Or is this another Charlie back where you're from?
[ She has no idea if he means he'd done it here or there. Either way, at least he's starting to open up a little bit like he had before. ]
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Nope, no, that's the one. She, uh, she's kinda special, but in the good way. [ a great kid. one of the best dean knows. ] Gone now. Left while I was... not myself.
[ worse yet, dean hadn't known her as well before his trip back home and disastrous return back to wonderland as a demon, but by now it was too late. charlie was gone, and dean hadn't had a chance to see her before his curing. guilt turns inside of his stomach, once more reminding him that just because some situation are nice -- or awkward, in this case -- doesn't mean it's all over and forgotten. ]
Anyway-- come on, go get your stuff on. No wonder you chicks always take so long with your whole gettin' ready thing.