75th Hunt [Video | Action]

[dudeimbatman]

[Dean is approaching this whole thing with a lot of mixed feelings. He knows he could see Sam. He also knows seeing Sam would mean losing him again and as much as he wants to see Sam, he doesn't know if he can handle losing him again. He's a bit grumpy but he's sitting on the hood of the Impala just off the square with a half a tin of Mary's cherry pie and a six pack of beer. He's Sampeople watching.]

Great. One of these weekends again. Don't touch the car without permission. Make a line over there to touch me and I'm way more awesome than Carver Edlund ever imagined.

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[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

I think you'll notice.

[She reaches up and pulls him down for another soft kiss.]

Come on, before your mother gets home.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[He chuckles at that and shakes his head.] She doesn't actually live in the same apartment.

[But he goes around to open the car door for her anyway.]

[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

Really? You let her have her own place and everything?

[She's as genuinely surprised as she is intrigued. Sure Dean's the proverbial big boy, but it's still his mother. One he hasn't seen since, well, technically since Anna tried to kill her, but effectively since childhood.]

Let me guess, next door? Down the hall in my former apartment?

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[She knows him well.] She found a house. There's an apartment above the garage I live in.

[It's his own space so his Mom isn't witness to everything he does but she's still close.] She's got a lawn.

[And he sounds pretty happy about that.]

[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

[Anna's just going to chuckle at that for awhile as she slides into the car and makes herself comfortable.]

Do you have to mow it for beer money?

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[He just grins and shakes his head.] Hell no. I mow it for all the pie and sugar cookies I can eat.

[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

You're a man of simple tastes, aren't you?

[So different from some humans. Dean would be happy just to live in a life where his family was safe and he could enjoy the things he was so often denied.]

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

What can I say? I'm easy. [He winks at her then and pulls the Impala into the driveway of a house with a garage and backyard.]

[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

[She looks at the house. So nice and normal. It almost reminds her of the one she grew up in as a human. The one she can barely remember now with all of her other life crammed back into her head.]

It's much nicer than the apartments were. Even after we expanded them into each other.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[He parks the car in the garage and goes around to wait for her to get out. He'll take her hand when she does.]

I don't know. I liked the apartments but this seemed more...Mom.

[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

It's a home Dean. That always feels more... family-like.

[Getting out, she willingly offers her hand, giving him a slight squeeze when she does. This place is artificial to her, she can't feel settled, but Dean has a life here and part of her is very thankful for that... and sad that she can't be here to share any of it. After all the work they did, after all the fights they've had, if she'd ever had something like this back home many things would have been different.]

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[he smirks a little.] Yeah, guess I've forgotten what that feels like.

[They immediately turn into a staircase that leads up to the apartment above the garage. It's occurred to him too, that she should be here to experience all of this and it sucks that she's not. It's also pretty much as he expects. Dean doesn't get to have anything nice for too long before the universe screws him. He unlocks the door at the top of the staircase and throws it open.]

Home sweet home.

[It's kind of messy but thankfully he hasn't been back long enough to make a big mess.]

[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't mind, the whole thing is very... Dean. Comforting as much as she allows.]

It's nice.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[She gets a half grin out of him.] Thanks. [He pauses, looking over at her for a long time before he speaks.]

You want a beer or anything?

[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

No, I'm fine. I don't need anything.

[She walks around the room, taking a look at the furniture, the things scattered over the coffee table and chairs. Not really looking for anything, just... reorienting herself to the idea of living space, home, clutter, all the human comforts.]

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[Dean will just stand back and let her look. After a minute he moves to the couch and sits down.]

Come on, sit with me.

[Because he's betting she misses just the intimate little things too, not just the sex.]

[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

[That she does, but the habits are easy to fall back into, sliding onto the couch and leaning against him.]

Who else is here? Am I keeping you from anything?

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Little Sam and Bobby are with Mom. Dad was here but I think he already went back so you're good.

[He wraps his arm around her shoulders and pulls her close.]

[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

Bobby's here?

[She perks up a little, she always liked the gruff old man although she's fairly certain that he has much different feelings for her.]

And your father, that must have been... interesting.

[Because if there's one thing they shared from the beginning, it was Father issues.]

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Yeah, he stopped by and said hey.

[Well you can't exactly blame him.]

Yeah. Dad usually does stop by. I think we almost had a conversation.

[So very true.]

[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

Almost?

[That got a chuckle.]

That's very impressive. I got the impression that never happened while he was alive.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[He chuckles a bit as well then shakes his head.] Nah. I think Mom has something to do with it. He'd just been to see her.

[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

I can see where seeing your dead wife would have that affect.

[She looks up at him, reaching to caress his face with a gentle touch.]

I'm very glad you have her, that you're not alone.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[Dean closes his eyes at her touch, leaning into it.]

Yeah... me too. [Especially with Sam gone. Dean leans down a bit more and kisses Anna softly, slowly at first.]

[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

I wish I could stay.

[It's whispered between kisses, as she moves again, straddling his lap so they can be closer. These... interactions, as intermittent as they are, have a power for her. They're the hope that someday, maybe, she can have life again. Another chance. One she won't destroy like she did before.]