[ 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. ]
[ she tries to be insulting -- and maybe it does sting -- because next thing he's pressing her into the bed, sliding a knee onto the mattress himself as he hovers above her. and let's be real, no amount of shoving or pushing is going to deter him.
dean leans in so, so close to her face. ]
So that's why you picked Sam, right? You know, the only reason he even talks to you is 'cause you look like Jess. You're a stand-in-- a double for the real chick he loved.
[ Even when she struggles, there's really not much that can be done, and for a split second, there's the fear that he's just going to take what he wants without actually caring what she says. Charlie hadn't thought the Dean she'd met those handful of times before was like this, but maybe she'd been wrong. She looks up at him, eyes wide, and-- no, she couldn't have been that wrong.
What he says though... It hurts enough to snuff the fight in her for a handful of seconds. ]
You don't know that. [ She hadn't considered it, not since the first, second time they'd met, and now that he brings it up, it's the only thing she can focus on. ] You don't even care, so what's it matter?
I don't care, you're right. [ his hand is at the side of her face again, just as it had been in the beginning, but all dean does is let his fingers slide over the smooth of her cheek, caressing. she really is pretty, but at the end of the day, her best bet is being a means towards hurting sam. nothing more, nothing less.
so another beat later, during which dean huffs a quiet laugh, he draws back from her entirely. ]
But it doesn't change the truth. Just think about it the next time he's all nice towards you. It's not you he sees.
[ turns out, demons don't always need to lie to twist the knife. ]
[ She wants to jerk her head away from the way he touches her, bite his hand, and if she's relieved when he actually pulls away, she doesn't show it. Instead, she makes the same huff he does, though it's less laugh and more anger. ]
I'll do one better and ask. Ain't like I'm afraid to hear it straight. [ Except she is. Probably terrified, to be honest. ] If that's all you've got to tell me, maybe you should get out.
[ Because if he doesn't, she might rethink kneeing him in the crotch and running away. ]
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Date: 2015-03-19 06:15 am (UTC)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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Date: 2015-03-19 11:06 pm (UTC)[ 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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Date: 2015-03-19 11:35 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2015-03-19 11:43 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2015-03-19 11:56 pm (UTC)Come, let's just have some fun-- it's why I'm here.
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Date: 2015-03-20 12:06 am (UTC)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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Date: 2015-03-20 12:16 am (UTC)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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Date: 2015-03-20 12:26 am (UTC)Maybe if you really knew how to treat a girl.
[ She so went there, yes. ]
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Date: 2015-03-20 12:38 am (UTC)dean leans in so, so close to her face. ]
So that's why you picked Sam, right? You know, the only reason he even talks to you is 'cause you look like Jess. You're a stand-in-- a double for the real chick he loved.
[ you're nothing, charlie. ]
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Date: 2015-03-20 01:46 am (UTC)What he says though... It hurts enough to snuff the fight in her for a handful of seconds. ]
You don't know that. [ She hadn't considered it, not since the first, second time they'd met, and now that he brings it up, it's the only thing she can focus on. ] You don't even care, so what's it matter?
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Date: 2015-03-20 01:52 am (UTC)so another beat later, during which dean huffs a quiet laugh, he draws back from her entirely. ]
But it doesn't change the truth. Just think about it the next time he's all nice towards you. It's not you he sees.
[ turns out, demons don't always need to lie to twist the knife. ]
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Date: 2015-03-20 02:46 am (UTC)I'll do one better and ask. Ain't like I'm afraid to hear it straight. [ Except she is. Probably terrified, to be honest. ] If that's all you've got to tell me, maybe you should get out.
[ Because if he doesn't, she might rethink kneeing him in the crotch and running away. ]
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Date: 2015-03-20 03:14 am (UTC)Of course you're not. [ keep telling yourself that. ]
Nice chattin' with you, Charlie. But next time you think it's a good idea to lead me on, I wouldn't. Would suck to end up like Sammy.
[ dean disappears with that. ]