79th Hunt [Voice | Action]

[dudeimbatman]

[Voice]

Mo--Mary Winchester went back home.

[It's said in that flat, all business, deep voice Dean has. He clicks the device off immediately afterwards. He doesn't want to talk about Mary being gone and right now, he doesn't even want to be in the Impala. It's too close to her. Instead he's going to take his gun, tuck it in his jeans and go 'patrol' the City on foot. It'll be a nice long, thorough walk because he doesn't particularly want to go home either.]


[ooc: Dean is out on foot all over the City. Come kiss him and cheer him up]

Comments

yes. it really, really is.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

[ A wall, you say? Amy is very much in favour of this development. Her hands are raking up and down his back, bunching up his shirt, and she nips on his lower lip, a little playful, before immersing herself fully in the kiss again. ]

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[Yes, a wall. The nip at his bottom lip gets a bit of a groan out of him and a deep sort of chuckle sound but it certainly doesn't stop him from kissing her. His hand skates along her ribs down to her hip, thumb pressing into her hipbone and he holds her close.]

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

[ Amy chases the sounds with her tongue and lips, pressing up against Dean. ]

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[Dean's hand slides just beneath her shirt at her back to rest against that bare slice of skin above her waistband while he kisses her, holding her close to him]

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

[ Amy arches into the touch. This day? Best curse ever. ]

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[His hand slides a little higher on her back, lingering just beneath her bra line as he presses her close.]

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

[ Two can play this game, so Amy's hands sneak under Dean's shirt, one hand running up and down his back - not scratching, really not, but a hint of fingernails may be involved - and the other curls over his hip, just above the edge of his jeans. ]