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.

Comments

[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.]

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Me too. [It's breathy and desperate. He tugs at her clothes, trying to get them off faster, needing and wanting more of her now. She may not realize it but in many ways, she represents the same thing to him. A normal life with some understanding of the abnormal, someone who gets how hard it was to reach normal and who won't ever take it for granted.]

[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't waste any time, pulling off her shirt and revealing the utilitarian nature of her undergarments. She's an angel, not a model, but she doesn't give him time to admire before she kisses him again, feeling her borrowed heart pound in her chest.]

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[Dean could care less what sort of bra she's got on right now. He's perfectly okay with the kissing. In fact he likes the kissing a lot. He reaches behind her back to unhook her bra without breaking the kiss.

Practice makes perfect.]

[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

[There's an advantage, she realizes, to Dean living alone. There's no reason to worry about anyone walking in, no reason to be silent as she familiar thrill moves through her.

Her own hands start to tug at his shirt, if she was going topless, so was he.]

In a hurry?

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[He gladly lets her pull his shirt off. At her question he chuckles and shakes his head.]

Just to a point. [Once his shirt is off, he'll run his hands slowly up her body.]

[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

Good. [She shivers at the touch, warm against her cooled skin. Sensation that's almost overwhelming after being in the void.

Leaning forward, she captures his lips with hers, kissing him slow and passionately. The have all night, after all.]