[ It's a start. But Charlie thinks they can do a lot better.
She decides against actually dragging him back to her room - it means going past Sam's, and she's still not sure how well that's going - and focuses on gathering everything she needs from her room to make a trip to his. By the time she gets there, she's carrying too much stuff but somehow manages to knock on his door with a little more enthusiasm. ]
Hey! Let me in. [ So they can get this thing started. ]
this whole thing smells like a bad idea, mostly thanks to her close relationship with sam, which has dean wanting to seal himself even further into his room and specifically keeping a distance from her. but then, he can't quite forget her approach to his resurfacing, and how quickly, easily, she'd offered him forgiveness.
it had been more than he'd ever deserved, so it's because of that dean thinks he should give her this.
still, when he opens the door, unlike her, there is no enthusiasm on his face. ]
Woah, what the hell's all this? [ so much junk.
dean moves closer to help her free her hands. ] Someone might think you're moving in...
[ Enthusiasm or not, she thinks she can turn that around if she tries enough. Besides, how many other people are doing this for him? By the look she gets when he opens the door, probably not a lot. Or any at all. Charlie grins at him. ]
Like that'd really bother you. [ She knows it probably wouldn't. That, and she had some idea of the way her own closet worked. What if his was different or slightly temperamental? Charlie honestly couldn't see her trying on anything weird today.
Without another word, she dumps several things into his arms. ] Decided we're gonna stay in, so I had to bring this with me. I brought something for you too.
[ Not that she's going to tell him what that is right away, moving past him and straight for his bed. ]
[ dean manages to hold on to all the things she shoves into his arms quite gracefully (as in, only a few threaten to fall on the floor, which he prevents), and turns to watch her invade his home. a sigh later, he nudged the door shut and then follows after her with a cautious expression.
he hadn't asked for anything... ]
I'm not puttin' on anything weird.
[ he huffs, dumping the pile in his arms onto the bed next to her. it's odd to see her in here, too, after everything. but dean forces himself not to comment. no need to ruin the... mood, or whatever this is. instead his eyes are back on the items. ]
Ain't the idea just that you pick whatever's the brightest and sparkliest?
[ 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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Date: 2015-06-12 07:48 pm (UTC)[ Does she have to spell it out for you anymore than that, Dean? ]
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Date: 2015-06-12 07:57 pm (UTC)You could just send me pics.
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Date: 2015-06-12 08:01 pm (UTC)I told you I ain't letting you say no. I'm comin' over to get you, and we're gonna have fun doing this.
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Date: 2015-06-12 08:11 pm (UTC)What about Sam?
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Date: 2015-06-12 08:14 pm (UTC)[ ... and nothing else. ]
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Date: 2015-06-12 08:26 pm (UTC)[ so them hanging out... ]
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Date: 2015-06-12 08:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-06-12 08:59 pm (UTC)Fine, fine. I'll be here.
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Date: 2015-06-15 07:46 pm (UTC)She decides against actually dragging him back to her room - it means going past Sam's, and she's still not sure how well that's going - and focuses on gathering everything she needs from her room to make a trip to his. By the time she gets there, she's carrying too much stuff but somehow manages to knock on his door with a little more enthusiasm. ]
Hey! Let me in. [ So they can get this thing started. ]
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Date: 2015-06-16 09:23 pm (UTC)this whole thing smells like a bad idea, mostly thanks to her close relationship with sam, which has dean wanting to seal himself even further into his room and specifically keeping a distance from her. but then, he can't quite forget her approach to his resurfacing, and how quickly, easily, she'd offered him forgiveness.
it had been more than he'd ever deserved, so it's because of that dean thinks he should give her this.
still, when he opens the door, unlike her, there is no enthusiasm on his face. ]
Woah, what the hell's all this? [ so much junk.
dean moves closer to help her free her hands. ] Someone might think you're moving in...
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Date: 2015-06-17 07:11 pm (UTC)Like that'd really bother you. [ She knows it probably wouldn't. That, and she had some idea of the way her own closet worked. What if his was different or slightly temperamental? Charlie honestly couldn't see her trying on anything weird today.
Without another word, she dumps several things into his arms. ] Decided we're gonna stay in, so I had to bring this with me. I brought something for you too.
[ Not that she's going to tell him what that is right away, moving past him and straight for his bed. ]
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Date: 2015-06-19 09:45 am (UTC)he hadn't asked for anything... ]
I'm not puttin' on anything weird.
[ he huffs, dumping the pile in his arms onto the bed next to her. it's odd to see her in here, too, after everything. but dean forces himself not to comment. no need to ruin the... mood, or whatever this is. instead his eyes are back on the items. ]
Ain't the idea just that you pick whatever's the brightest and sparkliest?
[ #heknowsfashion ]
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Date: 2015-06-19 03:11 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2015-06-22 10:41 am (UTC)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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Date: 2015-06-24 01:51 am (UTC)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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Date: 2015-06-24 08:54 pm (UTC)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.