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“you’re not giving me the credit i deserve. i’m way more awesome than a shitty action movie sequel. now, your pathetic excuse for a life on the other hand…”
' what about my life? a shitty dramatic comedy or a documentary about serial murders on the History Channel? '
' you should consider your life a movie, DIE HARD part four. & I was having such a good day! '
kisses cheek n runs
’ hey! gonna at least buy me dinner first? ‘
stop stealing my girlfriend's shit 2k14.
( caroline ):
oh, she knows he’s staring; even if she didn’t, the blood pumping faster in his veins is a dead giveaway. the slightest of smirks tugs at the corner of her rosy lips as she rests her arms on the table & leans over to give him a better view. it’s a silent suggestion —- focus more on the body rather than the person inside it.
”six tequila shots, por favor. it feels like a dancing on tables kind of night. i know; it must be hard to see such a pretty little thing & imagine her as a monster —- but like it or not, that’s what i am. mmm, good. well, you know what’ll make this a lot more fun? if we stop talking about meaningful things & just drink. you sure about that? because vampires have a killer tolerance level. even a guy who’s been drinking since he was fifteen doesn’t compare.”
six tequila shots. he can't help but laugh,
catching the waiter by the sleeve of his
shirt before he leaves; if he doesn't find
a distraction now, he wouldn't be able to
turn his eyes away from caroline
dean might be here to help her but he
was still a man, and caroline one of the
hottest girls he's ever seen in his life.
' actually, just bring the whole Jose Cuervo bottle, but don't forget my whiskey -- wait, do you guys still have those mozarella sticks? bring an order of those 'cause i'm starving. '
its not until he leaves that dean returns his gaze to her, and he has to force himself not to check her out. but he fails miserably; he doesn't know whether caroline's intentions bordered into this, but now she definitely knows he's looking.
' actually, fourteen. my dad left a bottle under the sink one night sam and i were alone. you'd be surprised about the things i can do, caroline. '
whether that phrase had any double meaning was up to her.
bed time for me, i'm exhausted. i'll be back later/tomorrow! nightt.
( caroline ):
she unlinks their arms & strides through the door with a wink tossed at dean over her shoulder. such a gentleman. briefly, she wonders if she can change that & make him a little less civilized over the course of the evening. with that in mind, she slips off her jacket to reveal a tantalizingly low-cut, form-fitting tank top; it’s the kind of shirt her former self would judge as ’slutty’ —- but of course such a thought is laughable now. instead, she’ll casually drape the jacket over the back of the bar stool & sit down before gesturing him over.
“he’s definitely cocky, but he’s smarter than he looks; don’t underestimate him. oh, so you actually ARE going to have fun with me? i like this turn of events. —- never mind, i spoke too soon. it’s not like i’d kill anyone in front of you. i’d just snatch, eat, erase, and repeat. ugh, whatever. you’re lucky i ate before you showed up.”
he can't seem to be able to tear his eyes away from her, regardless of how wrong he knows it is to lust after caroline in this state. dean's eyes follow the contour of her shoulders, before taking a seat across from her and motioning the waiter to come over.
' straight up scotch and whatever the pretty lady wants to drink. i'm not too fond of the idea; i'd rather not know what you do when my back is turned. but to answer your question - yes, i wanna have fun with you. take it however you want, but I bet I can be a better drinking partner than any of your friends. '
i'm gonna play gta V for a bit, so if you wanna join me you should shoot me a message or something.
they’re on a hunt (no surprise) they’re on a hunt & it’s going nowhere (surprise) she’s pretty sure sam told them the wrong place, or he was looking for an excuse to be alone.
regardless, she’s cold. even wrapped up in a jacket (she thinks it’s sam’s), she’s shaking. she misses the west coast.
’ how are you not freezing to death? ’
she pulls her knees to her chest, lowering her head. she’s sure dean is talking about his baby being warm enough for him & sam, or something, but she’s done listening. her hands feel like ice cubes and she’s tired.
his words go in one ear and out the other, but she can tell by his facial expression that he’s being an asshole or calling her a baby. hues narrow before she’s reaching over, sliding her hands under his shirt to prove a point.
only to prove a point.
’ told you i wasn’t exaggerating. ‘
He knows she's used to the warmth and tolerable cold of California. Dean on the other hand, could stand out in the freezing cold in nothing but a t-shirt and a pair of jeans and probably find a bar with cheap whiskey to keep him warm. In other words, he's used to it, so is Sam, and he's only teasing her and has every intention of sliding off his jacket and giving her another layer to wear over Sam's jacket.
Regardless of his familiarity with Allison's bluntness,
the way she seemed to lack a filter at times and
always expressed her opinion ( a quality he admired
and enjoyed about her ), he wasn't expecting, well
that.
Dean's breath hitches in his throat and her freezing cold hands make his skin sting and although he doesn't flinch, a shiver runs down his spine despite his reluctance to move her hands away. His hands release the steering wheel of the Impala and he glances down at the hands under his shirt.
He promised, didn't he? He promised Sam.
But he turns to look at her and keeps his eyes on Allison's, killing the engine of the Impala.
' what are you doing? '
there we go! new theme.
the normal, emotionally attuned caroline would have seen right through that hollow laugh, but in this state if she notices —- she simply does not care. to ask about or mock it would only invite further conversation concerning ‘feeling’, and that isn’t a road she wants to go down.
”aw, dean. if i was trying to hurt you, you’d know. i have a talent for finding people’s most vulnerable spots. right now, though, i want to get hammered & party, and that doesn’t work very well if you’re all moody. mm, damon. he’s a dick. i didn’t like him before, and that definitely hasn’t changed. i’m pretty sure he likes me better this way, though.”
he holds the door of the bar open for her. this time, his laugh is slightly more genuine though there's a hint of concern he hopes caroline doesn't recognize. while her emotional detachment drove her into a downwards spiral of apathy and disregard for human life, dean couldn't (and wouldn't) stop caring about her. she once gave him hope -- perhaps he could do the same for her this time.
' he's careless and cocky, i'm sure driving
a stake through his heart would be a lot
easier than he thinks. but alright, I'll stop
being moody and get right down to the
booze and the partying. just one rule
though no feeding while i'm
around. i'd like to keep my whiskey down. '
( caroline ):
there is not a single part of her that thinks whatever he’s got planned will work; she’s only got her guard up for physical attacks. so, for now, she’s going to enjoy getting drunk with this hot man on her arm.
“hey, be my guest. i don’t care whether they live or die. at least they’ll stop nagging me to turn the switch back on. whoa, whoa, whoa. i’m the first one to talk smack about the old caroline, but she definitely did know how to drink. she just wasn’t an alcoholic like you.”
though he'd deny he has any remote sigh of a drinking problem, he laughs, knowing it all came from caroline's detachment from her emotions. dean turns to look at her, shaking his head in slight disbelief.
' ouch. tryina' hit a nerve there?
'cause you know it ain't gonna work. but
i appreciate the effort to kick me down a
peg or two. your friends though, might be
useful to me at some point so, i'm not
gonna kill 'em.
maybe the dude with the
crazy eyes and the douche
expression the er,
unlikable salvatore brother. '
( caroline ):
she loops an arm through his & places a hand on top of the other.
”so grumpy. see? i’m with you. but you’ve got to be kidding me about the whining. this version is way better than peppy, neurotic caroline.”
he has a plan, a god damn good plan, so he opts to play along for the meantime.
' peppy, neurotic caroline
convinced me not to kill everyone in
this god forsaken town. but if you
wanna live a lie, be my guest. at
least i'll have a caroline who can
finally keep up with my drinking habits. '
